"Conan The Librarian" wrote in message
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...and what did we find when nearing the trailhead, but Wolf back in the
stream catching fish. :-)

Well, not so much catching as fishing. Um.....truth to tell, not so much
fishing as casting. I DO love fly casting!

(I think he said he got tired of waiting for us.)

Nah, I wasn't waiting at all. I was taking it easy and had stopped a couple
of times to photgraph bugs and flowers....and an awesome three inch long
pencil thick megalegged crawly thingy....but my foot was bothering me
despite the glacial pace I'd been keeping. It was time to cool my heels and
reflect on the rare beauty of a suddenly pellucidly clear etymology.

I hope they shared their fish :-)
Well, Chuck let me photograph one.

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

I'm checking over my list of lame excuses. I'll get back to you on that
pretty soon now.

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.

It's astonishing how easy fly fishing becomes when one assumes the role of
sage advisor and stands on the bank pontificating while the fish are
actively rising during a substantial hatch.

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

Why every sniper has a spotter.

Wolfgang