Fork wasn't happening, and this is on the way to the MO, kinda. Needed some action, some rising fish to cast to. Three-weight stuff. The mornings were decent with midging fish, though I worked for every eat. An eat here and there, alot of misses here and there, and hooked a few every day. Afternoons became breezy and really tough. Split the time between Armstrong's and Depuys. The one morning I had Betty's all to myself was pretty sweet. Smoky skies and warm temperatures.
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| Tubing shuck worked, but wasn't magic or game-changing. |
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| There were more risers on the flat than anywhere else. Tough ones. Bank feeders ate. |
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| The ole black hanger got some eats |
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| A little soft hackle love |
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| All to myself. |
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| This one too. |
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| Went to it a little late, but of course it worked! |
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