There is a stretch of river between two bridges I have fished from both ends but never made it all the way. Today I parked at the upstream bridge and walked 2.1 miles by my odometer back to the lower one. I know the river meanders a lot and but I thought that if I could make the walk back to the first bridge in half an hour the remaining four hours till dusk would let me fish the entire stretch. It didn't. While I caught a lot of fish in the first couple of hours I was in pain from fighting the current well before dusk and ready to trade my fly rod for a pair of Advils. I couldn't cast decently any more anyway. I finally created an impossible mess in my leader and began just trudging upstream to get it over with. Full darkness arrived and I was still not at the bridge. I staggered and stumbled along for about another hour with the brim light on and folstaff in hand before I got to the bridge. I'm marking that one as done. No need to do it again.