Last week sucked. Bills, deadlines, the usual BS of real life really piling up. To make matters worse, leaving the gym on Thursday morning some gal crossed the centerline and hit me head on. Damage was (relatively) minimal to my truck. Her car was totaled and she got a trip in the bambulance to get checked out. I, of course, had to go to work.
I decided that even though my favorite local was probably still buried in snow and ice that I was gonna go get my first fish of 2016. I tied up three of these shitty flies and hit the road.
Insurance hooked me up with a new 2016 F150 rental, so I threw the fatbike in the bed and headed east up the Allegheny Front. As an aside, who the hell buys a truck without a receiver in 2016? Looking at YOU, Ford and Enterprise Rent-a-car...
I'm still toying with the best way to pack a rod on the bike. I'm not sure I want to add a rack system, although I may go that way. Usually I just stick the rod tube in my pack but I thought I'd give this a try. It worked fine.
Rolling on 7 psi... probably should have dropped another pound or two for the conditions. There was more snow in the holler than I figured there would be.
The water was gorgeous. Still cold as hell, but flows were just right.
The fish were willing to eat a fly, provided you hit em in the face with it.