franzen and I grabbed the meat locker
and headed for the hills
where we decided to fight the high water, wind and snow
to throw some streamers in some water we knew held good fish but had never landed.
The fish weren't where we expected them (bastards) but I finally got a take at the end of a swing. It was a good brown, actually the largest we had caught from this section of water.
We continued to fight the current and the wind with no tugs so we decided to move to some different water. We had one good run in front of us, which I had to force franzen to fish before we left...yeah.
We called it a day.[/report]
Don't let your sheepfucking ruin the best imaginary relationships you're ever gonna have.-Befuddled
Red has enough good karma in storage that he could start an online business selling it to the world's assholes. Rancho Pancho
if the trip kills you, you won't live to regret it. JT