Between oil change / tire rotation and balancing and the months-early monsoonal thunderstorm of the day, I broke down and took the fly rod to the gravel pit lake down in the valley, chasing a carp. Never even had a grab, but I caught a half dozen bass, a half dozen crappie, two trout, two gills, and one green sunnie. Enough to take the edge off for a day or two.
Local trib is in full runoff mode, will be a couple weeks before I can get across it to the river again. Oh well.