The initial vacation plan was solo for the disco but twas missed by a week. As an adapt, we saved up and hired a guide. We can and have grown with the suit up/prove up of DIY. But we're still rough around the edges. Maybe such things that work on the tannin smallies could translate to our local greenies
Nary a quid was wasted. Both days were eye opening
Much as I might celebrate the fishing, the best part preceded our time on the water. To catch up with Rooi, meet the two youngest, and visit a bit about the non-fishings. Salud, fella. Miles and wires matter not
What follows includes a few fish caught by her means. Fish you pursued early in your journey and that may, now, be a lesser species to such a huge fly fisherman. Please manage to cope
He's adept at the flytiesfishing and doesn't turn away at the mention of heathen pursuits
My snapshots won't properly convey it, but it was gorgeous
He seemed hesitant to allow us to handle the fishes for photos
Can't imagine why
Needs more line out
Elbows locked and ready to rock
We fell into a groove and worked as a team
She stayed busy
In the golden hour things went all blind clock broken hog. A popper was delivered proper and sat long enough for a good eat
Gandalf works his arse off. He laughs easy. The only hint of agro he showed was around the fire. It was a Saturday night and our neighboring campers put on an ill and uncouth display. At ten, it was jrunk bellowed covers of Garth Brooks, Sublime, and the Eagles. Then fireworks followed by banana clips through a rifle. More singing would have been nice but instead they took a stab at Ice Ice Baby. Then what sounded like a torch attachment to a propane canister. Running out of shit to burn, scream, explode, or shoot, they resorted to banging on pots until 0130. Worst. Drum-circle. Ever
"Stupid chooch. Why can't they just shut up or pass out?"
"What's a 'chooch'?"
"That's a chooch"
He seemed relieved to skip the big breakfarts and supper-club dinners back in town. Camping with morning bagels and evening brats down by the river was fancy enough
The next day involved new tactics. My favorite 5wt used to be a 2piece 8'6" Red Fly. Broken and replaced it's now a 9' Pursuit. Rigged with Gandalf's shooting line, to anchor and aerial feels forgeign like spanking it with the 'stranger'
Instruction was offered
So yeah, commit and see what happens
Nothing big and that's just peachy. It's a series of baby steps.
This was roadside on our vector home
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