Tom shot out of work like a rocket yesterday and we were on the Catt by 4:30pm for my 2nd shift of the day.
As we were driving to the Catt he tells me his wife told us to be careful. She has an odd psychic ability in regard to premonitions. That is all he told me.
Well the first spot we pulled a few fish out of but we had other places to hit.
As I was wading calf deep bumping into tree roots and rocks my already leaky Orvis waders were flooding in the left foot. I got out of water to find an inch and a half gash in the boot section above the ankle. There is no repairing that and her days are done. So I happily dealt with the malfunction issue and we got on with business catching fish on chartreuse eggs and jigs.
We moved to another area of the creek and that is where Tom got on fire and had a great even for what may be his last bite at this season's apple. We also ran into an old friend swinging flies Mr. Jim Kinner who was fishing below us. Tom continued to catch fish and I had a few too. It turned out to be a great evening.