We've got some sort of pre-spring thing springing out all over
hereabouts, and I can't stay off the river. Temps in the high 40s,
hallelujah. A person can walk along the river trail without icy stilts
growing from the bottom of his boots.

The fishing itself was something of a comedy of errors. A sporadic mix
of caddis in a wide range of sizes (10 to 18) and colors (orange, tan,
brown and dark grey). A few BWOs too. Yet whatever I cast to a rise
form turned out to be in almost every case the wrong choice. And the
few fish I *didn't* put down I either missed on the rise or lost after
the briefest of hook-ups.

In the end, I had to resort to high-sticking a HEAVY tbh prince in the
top of a plunge pool to fool the one fish willing to be landed.

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JR