this was about 15 yrs ago, fishing was dynamite, was brand new to fly fishing, had a 10$ no name fly rod from gi joes and a floater with a sink tip, trolled back and forth over a big Boulder small black bugger i believe, scenery was great never went to find the 3rd lake, i remember going super...
Is the result of mom's and dad's working endless hours paying the bills, and the harness the state has put on fathers, we have as a result lost the fear of being honorable and righteous, we are told not to spank our kids by politicians and pundits that commit sex crimes
The other showing was a disaster, i pushed the limits, trying to help 3 kids 10,8,6 and fish saw my dr slicks get thrown in to the river after i ruined it cutting up their rapala treble hooks they had fully ingrained in my favorite net for a 5 inch bass, on top of having to redo lines non stop...
Quick trip under the bridge to vacate during a house showing, the smallies were ignoring the frog, gurgler and the crawfish so i threw on an indicator with a white balanced leach followed by a nymph producing a feisty 15" that had the kids and their spinning rods jealous, another showing at 230...
If i have the day off my oldest boy is up at the Crack of dawn asking for it, he has a mild case of c.p. that limits his right side pretty good, but his determination is through the roof, normally I'm forcing a hike to fish or crossing and wading down the river on slippery rocks to force him to...
I feel like this thread is calling me out lol, i used to just tote my pump in my leaky single tube, never have owned a pdf or wading belt, went solo on windy days, lightning, drunk all of it, should probably buy a couple a these when i get a boat
I experienced that at lenice, i gave up and pushed in to the reeds and took a nap until it calmed down, woke up to a dead musk rat stinking up the joint