Decided to celebrate the birthday with a quick trip. Not a stream the flyshops tout, but it has fish and they look up; can’t ask for more than that.
Amber waves of grain (actually more like chartreuse fields of canola)
lots of these ('bows, cutt-bows and a lonely brookie); mostly smaller, a few bigger, all on top
what’s for supper?
the view from above
and in-stream
passed the stream, and a few dries, off to a Frenchman for the late afternoon caddis hatch; hope he cleaned up
Regards,
Scott