Slapping every pocket on my vest twice could not find the box. I was getting worried I forgot it, and then I remembered I left it next to my fly tying things. This was not good, because in the time it took me to walk the 40 yards I noticed that a light cahill would work, but it would need to be small. The box that I was missing had either some that were size 18 to 20, but the box was on my living room floor. So the rest of the trip was spent digging though boxes trying to find the smallest flies I had with me. I fooled a couple fish into taking my offering but what I really needed was the right fly.
It a great trip but left a bad taste in my mouth and taught me a lesson. Never leave the house without the box that has the small dry flies in it. Well as I said this trip had the potential to be great, but with this bad taste I might need just one more trip before we move north. I think I have Sarah talked into coming to this same spot with me on Friday. Now I need to talk my boss into letting me knock off work that day, and make sure the small fly box is in my vest.
|this guy was a little beat up but had lots of fight|
Hoping to be on the water at least one more time before we leave for the north so keep checking in.