A hard rejection on foam so I switch to an ungulate thing and take one still in spawning colors






A few more good holes








And a few more cutts




But the light’s gone off the water, temps drop and thunder starts booming. Since I don’t want them to find my body in a logjam with 9’ of graphite fused to my arm, I beat a hasty retreat. I wait out the worst of it; by the time I get back it looks like someone needs to find the snow shovel



I?d do it but I’ve got this broken arm...


Regards,
Scott