I'd planned to have this TR finished a couple of days ago, but apparently Mitch left some spores at Wayne's cabin, for I've come down with the flu.
I'm feeling a bit better now, so time to wrap this up.
The next morning I woke up and made my wife her favorite breakfast: bacon, tater tots fried in bacon grease, eggs over-easy fried in bacon grease and butter, and English muffins.
She likes to then slather it all with ketchup.
I'm OK with that, as long as I don't have to eat it that way.
Some people might say, "That's not very healthy."
Fuck those people.
After breakfast I floated a little brandy in my coffee and then went out onto the porch and enjoyed my first smoke of the day.
My friend Wayne had a large roster of first-time fly fishermen he'd agreed to guide in the weeks ahead, and with the river still high he needed to find some spots where a beginner could wade without drowning.
He asked me if I wanted to tag along and do some scouting with him, so I grabbed a rod and jumped in his truck.
Wayne did his thing...
... and I did mine.
I found an old box of flies I forgot I still had. Pretty sure they came from this swap.
I tied on a big golden stonefly nymph and joined Wayne in the river.
He caught fish.
I caught nothing.
Later that evening I went back out with the glass rod and the Royal Wulff-type thing.
I managed to find a stupid one, and then called it a night.
Back at the cabin I spread the contents of my pockets onto the table outside and hoped everything would be dry by morning.
After a short nightcap, I headed inside and went to bed.