Saturday I made plans to take my wife's youngest brother fishing on Monday morning. so Saturday I proceeded to tie up an arsenal.
Monday wouldn't be a real fishing trip if I didn't go out sunday and do a little scouting (you know, just to make sure).
with the rain and increased flows I was pretty much bank bound while I was by myself. turns out wading wasn't necessary. check 1 for tomorrow
shortly after arriving I found out that this little guy wanted to play. check 2 for tomorrow. I had to be home by 10 so my pre=trip was cut short, but not after enjoying these.
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Monday rolled around and I picked up my brother-in-law and off we went. we sent a bit of time fixing stuff like this
but it didn't take long for his form to come around
with him there I waded out
and promptly was rewarded.
after the release we fished for about an hour with nothing then I gave him the half hour till we go call. I hooked a pig and handed him the rod. this fish was not ment to be for us today, but my little buddy got bent, and wants to go back...
hope you enjoy. we sure did
frustrated. After a few "what the fucks?" "i suck"s and a break on shore I convinced her to get back to casting. I clearly remember this question/statement "so you actually think this is fun. These fish are fucked"