When we first arrived, we immediately walked to the bridge to look for fish. The water was deep, and there was a nice riffle that looked very promising. With my two fly setup and a slinky attached, I started nymphing.
The undercut bank on the far end of the stream looked fishy. Mike walked downstream to try out some riffles as I fished closer to the bridge. Last summer we had seen fish rising here, so we had kept the stream in our minds for a later date. I slapped my nymphs in the water, and the slinky stayed slightly taught, then it started to straighten. I set the hook fast, and my Shadow 2 bent forward, bringing up a nice sized stick. DAMN! For a split second I thought I had a fish.
My phone rang, and it was my wife letting me know that they were waiting for me... The time flew by so fast. Mike and I gathered back up, and hopped in the vehicle to head to his place to gear down. On the way, a dear had crossed right in front of us, and I snapped a quick picture.
“Tell Gracy thank you for letting you go out fishing with me today.” Mike said, as I threw the last of my gear in the back of my Rav.
“Will do!” I said, and I took off back to the family.
Fishing was a bust, but it beat falling on ice for a few hours. The next morning we all went out to breakfast before heading back to Boise, and I found a nice frog family. As I approached, they had first spotted me and were smiling, so I bought them. I think they will bring a nice warmth to our home.