Went to a little city park pond Friday afternoon. Took my old pal who had called up wanting a little angling fix. Without going on a long drive to a "hot spot" this was our best bet.

So, armed with one and two weight rods respectively, we sallied forth to do battle with bream.

After an hour or so of general hoonage and bluegills on the fly we went up on the dock and started dappling dry flies on the surface. You could see the little farts come up and greedily inspect the fly as it danced over the surface, lightly dropping down on occasion. We got a few to come up out of the water in their avarice and anger to nab that darned bug. (As an aside, I realize that I am anthropomophizing here but it sounds more fun!)

It made up for all those years and all those pieces of earthworm stolen from oh so many hooks in oh so many places.