TR: YOWZA!

My friend, Ed, likes to get up early on Sunday and go fishing. While I
don't relish the "crack of dawn" stuff like I used to, I can
occasionally be talked into it. We had made plans last night that unless
it was dumping rain this morning, we'd go.

It was *near* dumping rain this morning, dropping softly but steady.
Since we hadn't really defined "dumping" last night, I decided I should
go fetch Ed. The worse that could happen is we'd scout out some new
places while dodging rain drops. As it turned out, the rain turned to
intermittent showers and we caught fish. Lots of them. Lots of BIG ripe
rainbows.

A few days ago, I really slid down the path to hell and fished with my
spinning setup. This time I thought I'd redeem soul by breaking out the
5wt and some weighted nymphs. The water in the river is running high and
fast, so I loaded up with big, heavy, dark hendricksons and PTs and
headed out. They turned out to be the ticket, and I caught *bunches*
(I'd give a number, but that would be unethical) of fat, hard-fighting
stockies, and Ed caught just as many. One of these brutes was well over
twenty inches and husky to boot. I was glad I had decided on the 5wt
instead of one of the lighter rods, 'cause that 5 was bent almost
double.

I had a great morning fishing, found some new spots that look like
they'll be good for drifting dries when it's time, and am ready to go
back for more. My back is hurting from the slip-sliding all over the
muddy banks, but it doesn't hurt near as much as when there are no fish.

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TL,
Tim
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