Wolfgang wrote:

...the *******s caught all the fish, leaving me and my bum
left hind flipper to lurch along, whimpering pitifully (though, evidently,
not pitifully enough), in their wake.

Despite his protestations to the contrary, Wolfgang got around quite
well despite a truly awful blister on his "flipper". He scrambled over
rocks, waded through water I wouldn't even attempt, and in general
handled himself like a man who is immediately at home as long as the
water is wet and has the promise of fish in it. :-)

He did finally have enough of it after 5-6 hours (?) on the stream,
and turned back. Jeff and I fished for a while longer before heading
back ourselves, and what did we find when nearing the trailhead, but
Wolf back in the stream catching fish. :-) (I think he said he got
tired of waiting for us.)

I hope they shared their fish :-)

Well, Chuck let me photograph one.

Hey, that's right. Whatever happened to that photo, anyway? :-)

Again, to be fair, this was shortly after Wolfgang arrived at my
campsite. We were sitting around chatting when some bug activity
started on the river right below the site. He insisted *I* fish the
mini-hatch, and not only coached me on a long-leader technique, but
re-rigged his rod and handed it to me with one of his flies tied on, and
proceeded to direct my casts to willing fish.

I figured the least I could do was try to catch one. :-)


Chuck Vance (or two ... or three)