It was good until the wind came up and the late afternoon storm blew in. I went to Reynolds to sit through it, and attempted to fish the evening below the camp. No use for the water on the east side of the river below Reynolds. West side didn't look much better except for one side channel. Go lower, or higher. Anywhere but there.
A lot of these |
FOD #16 |
A sipper on the bank here |
This guy |
There are some crawling |
A stray |
What the hell, why not? |
A blind drift right against this willow . . . |
The biggest fish of the day slammed it |
Then this shit ended the day |
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