The river picked up, and the fishing didn't slow down any.



Just downstream from there, I had a fish come up, swing at my streamer, and I hooked up with him. Unfortunately, I foul hooked him in the back. With a foul hooked fish, in fast current, I definitely wasn't going to be able to pull him upstream. In fact, in about 10 seconds I was into my backing and chasing the fish downstream. About 200 yards downstream in fact! In a spot where I couldn't get out of the river and go down the bank. Hey, at least I only fell over once.



I finally made it back to camp after catching somewhere in the neighborhood of 30-40 cutts. When I got back to camp, I decided to go hit up the little stream that I'd fished just before dark the night before. After fishing it twice, that is now one of my favorite streams. Every single place that looks like it should hold a fish does, and there are plenty of fish in the 10-12" range, which makes for a lot of fun on a 3 weight.