There is something magicical about the early morning hours on the river, still cool and comfortable, only the sound of the river and a few birds chirping. There's no boats coming down yet, no other voices. The caddis from yesterday start to flutter. The trout get ready to rise to the fly. I live for this, and all that comes with it. In the short window of summer hatches, maybe a month on each section of each river, these morning windows are even shorter. Mornings not to be missed.
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| This very fly is getting ate for two days now. Corn Fed for sure |
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| Tank of the month |
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| Eats on the LC Drake today |
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| Uh oh, time to break out these new waders pretty soon. The 2-year-old ones sprung a little left foot leak today. I've never had good luck patching foot holes. |
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| Resting |
Love these entries and your pictures. You're having a heck of a summer so far! You deserve it.
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