Rambling in the high country

One of my favorite times of year to be in the high country. The mood is changing, the air is brisk, and the trails are often yours alone.

I managed an entire lap around the lake with nary a nibble, rarely is that a good omen. Patience was the ticket though and things picked up soon after. Cary Specials all day long and little 3wt was dancing.

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