Damn but it's hot around here. It was 96F real temp
yesterday and according to the radio a Misery Index
(I don't know what that is and I ain't gonna look it
up) well over 100.

Sounds like a good time to go stand waist deep in a
cool stream and wave a stick around.

I like the way the memories of a stream come back a
footstep at a time. Wading up the stream I remember
how difficult it is to get around this tree and how
I have to cross to the other side now before I get
stuck and have to backtrack. I don't like it when my
memory fails me, as in "I know I fished that riffle
before, but how in the hell did I ever get over there ?"

I'm a cautious wader, many years of fishing alone in
remote spots has made me that way. But I'm willing to
break the cardinal rule of wading on this hot day and
wade in deep enough to soak the cojones. Ahhhhhhhh.

That was pretty much the point of the whole exercise, I
had the fly rod along for appearances sake and I enjoyed
the casting. I like my Sage LL 4wt. It's light enough
for a bluegill to be fun and heavy enough to put a little
muscle on a smallmouth. I caught a few of each on a white
popping bug, probably could have caught more smallmouth
if I'd drug a wooly bugger through some of the deeper
holes but I was more into fishing than catching.

Pics on abpf.

--
Ken Fortenberry