A recent bout of insomnia had me working on about 12 total hrs of sleep over three nights when my fishing partner and I hit the South Sound on Tues. We found fish, and she proceeded to hook and land I dunno how many SRC. Despite her sharing the winning fly pattern, my one functioning brain cell resulted in many missed takes, several LDRs, a lot of blank staring at the water, no fewer than 5 completely fubar'd leaders, 10 min fumbling fly changes, and finally, my first fish of '23 - a very average but spunky searrun (sorry, no pic.)
And it was still an awesome day! Dang, I love this sport!
And it was still an awesome day! Dang, I love this sport!