The beginning of the end... of the canyon, and our final day. Bill goes with Toto, and I take Kuppy upstream to, "The Wall". The wading is a cast-iron bitch, but it's such a pretty place. This was my favorite stretch of the river when I guided at the lodge... but, as the season wore on, the fishing got tough. Then, one day I had a thought; the fish might have gotten used to seeing our flies at a certain time of day. Instead of fishing it, "top-to-bottom"... what would happen if we did it in reverse... from the bottom up?
We toasted them... like it was the first day of the season! That's how we rolled on our last day, and we scored! It was such a nice fish, I decided it deserved a formal portrait. As we moved up, along the wall, things got tight...
But we scored again... And, then... once more! I decided to try the underwater thing... kind of fun. Mean while, my other buddy, Bill, was down stream. I thought it a good idea to go check in with him and Toto. They were in good water... And, as I walk up, they connected with a great fish. It's time to call it a day... a week... and, another year on the Malleo. It's a nice walk back... After a shower and a change of clothes, it's time to check in with Ronnie, our host, and have too much to drink! The day will be relived... and stories told. Soon the dinner bell rings and calls us all down, to the dining room, where a Paella is being served. Dig in... it doesn't get any better! Afterward, there's time for another bourbon by the fire, and one last cigar. Damn... I love being here. Thanks for coming along.
"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