A shout to Tom for the day we went to the Dirty Burt and it was crap. Our plan B kicked ass and it was a good call on your part.
To my little tribs both big and small which have been my friend, my church, and soul nurturing sanctuary.
Thank for the gift off your friendship and your company on the stream.
Those were my words of wisdom when Commander Tom picked me up this morning. Usually I have a good intuition on if fishing is going to be good and where we might get into them on any given day.
But lately the fish for the most part except for the odd day have been spread out more than usual.
I told Tom were were going to be doing a little walking and to expect a lot of company. A projected 65 degree day and you know every Tom, Dick, and Harry get out on the water.
Never the less, we walked until we got away from most human beings and found a few fish to take our offering. We ended our day about noon time with our forced march making soup out of our waders.
Gee Commander you look a little happy in that picture..................