The weather has been great, cool mornings under clear skies with bright water. I always give my friends the choice water. And, they generally know what to do with it... ... they get it done... ... and touch good fish. That leaves the scraps for me... but I don't mind. In fact, I rather enjoy finding fish in those out-of-the-way places that would be a guide's nightmare. I look for little pockets of soft water. It doesn't take much. There's a lot of this... ... and sometimes this. The hardest thing about landing fish out of these places is often finding somewhere soft to land them. Pretty fish out of small water... I love it! The day finally ends, and it's time to get back to the lodge. I'm generally the first guy at the bar... A couple of cold gin and tonics hit the spot before dinner with friends. Life's little pleasures... they're where you find them. More to come...
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner