|Blinded by the light...|
I'm not one to spin a long story about the majesty of the outdoors, the symphony of the stream, or the Holiness of the trout. Let a more talented writer string those superlatives together. I went fishing. I caught a few. Even despite a frustrating case of the LDRs on the first two I hooked. (Long Distance Release - for the the acronymically-challenged). Here's a few pictures of the day.
|A rare anglerless view. Fellow fly fishermen were out in force on this day taking advantage of the weather.|
|My second LDR of the day was by a jumper about 4 feet to the right of that rock on the left.|
Since when did 12" brownies jump 2 feet clear out of the water to kick a fly?
|Camera misfire, but a nice shot of the Vedavoo chest pack|
|A close up of the day's meal ticket - Mr. Copper John|
|Hey look...a trout. It's been a while, but you've seen them here before|
|What's that white thing in the tree?...|
|...a fake trout someone left behind. Yeah, I caught that one too.|
Free Rapala = More streamside loot. Now where's my spinning rod?