Wind and Weeds

No, not wind and weed.  I wish.  But ya, the weeds be flowin' and the air be blowin'.  There's a storm comin'.  Let the record show I was two hours from the MO, and didn't go.  They can have their fucking high water.  (I still hope for another prolonged "devastating" drought period in my lifetime.)  Beav. still at 260ish, and it sucks anyway.  No browns in the Boulder yet, that I saw anyway.  The ditch or E Gallatin?  Ya, sure.  So back to the Fork since its south, and on the way to the rest of the good places in Idaho, or home, whichever the case may be.  The water was covered with BWO's, and some mahoganies here and there as well.  The bigger fish didn't seem all that interested.  The secret is out on the middle ranch fishing apparently.  People fishing all up and down, while the Last Chance lot only had two cars.  I rose a few decent ones and caught a couple creek-size ones.

A little protected by the pines

Of course, got some eats on this.

The fish of the day feeding here

This was the casting position, with a shady spot for stealth.

This was the fly

Well, the scenery was nice, because I lost/missed/pricked the fish of the day--Twice!