Well, ohiotuber picked up Bluegill222 this morning (late as usual, with some flimsy excuse about overeating last night with the grandkids…AGAIN!) and headed East to my house for a pair of waders and boots. After some lively conversation and a few instructions about fishing access spots, we all headed to Yours Truly restaurant for a little (?) lunch, and I gave them directions to the local flyshop so Tim could get a license (unfortunately I had work scheduled, so I could not join them). I gave them some of the local flies that have been doing well, and now Tim’s future as a steelhead fisherman is in Mikey’s hands. I think its time to seek some divine intervention from St. Paul the Confused and the litany of Saints to insure a successful outcome. Here’s the motley crew for your viewing pleasure:
L-R Bluegill222, ohiotuber & me standing in my driveway (all wearing FAOL hats from HRH Betty)!
Joseph the Overworked
