My wife and I were on a rock-hunting expedition Saturday, and almost every
rock I turned over sent five or six crickets running for cover. Hmmmm. . . .

Early Sunday I went out with the trusty KPOS 3wt and some various hoppers. I
tied on one that I know I received during one of the roff swaps, kind of a
Madame-X looking thingy with the bullet head, chenille body, and green
striped rubber legs. It was the only fly I used for the next three hours,
and I thank whoever submitted the fly to the swap. For those in the know
(you know who you are), I was fishing in very clear water about a mile south
of the the "secret spot", walked into the water at the southern most
"artificial lures only" sign and fished down from there. I was in the water
all the way down to where a downed tree blocks further progress, which is
about 3/4 of a mile or so. It's probably a good thing the tree was there,
because it was getting mighty cold in that water. Incredibly fun fishing
from one side or the other to the opposite bank, and relatively few casts
without some action. Lots of healthy, small brookies, many small 'bows, and
enough larger ones to keep it interesting. Not one to count, I won't bore
you with the details, but I *did* catch more than my spin-casting partner,
which is all that matters. ;-)

BTW, whoever tied that hopper, please send more. The one I have now looks a
bit ratty.
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TL,
Tim
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