Mark took the oars as we set off to fish the last section of water. It had already been an extremely productive day, and Mark was getting more animated as he rowed the raft.
“Hit this pocket here! Someone!” Mark yelled out happily, gesturing to his left. I flicked my line over my head, and landed my fly right in the pocket.
“Good shot, Erik! WOW!” Mark said. With every moment my fly was on the water, Mark got more excited. “Come on fish! Boom! Boom!” My fly sat in the water calm, untouched.
“COME ON FISH! HIT THAT!” Mark yelled in the direction of the fly.
“Thanks, Mark. Great suggestion.” I said, as Rick chuckled in the front of the boat.
In Mark’s defense, fishing had slowed down the further downstream we got from Twin Springs. Rick was still pulling in fish as we neared the takeout.
“Why would anyone want to leave this place?” Rick said, coming around the bend to our stopping point. We all felt the same way, but knew we had to return to civilization.
Mark rode his bike to pick up his truck, and I felt a little bad that I didn’t make the shuttle.
“It’s ok.” Rick said, “Mark’s a doctor, and needs to lead by example.”
We finished the day off with some wade fishing, and on our way across the river, Rick took a tumble. I looked over just in time to see his hat was the only thing out of the water.
“I was just trying to keep the mosquitos off me.” He said, smiling. “That was on purpose.”
“It looked like it was on purpose!” I said back.
Mark made it back in no time at all, and we packed up our gear to head home, ending a beautiful and fantastic day fishing with the Grajcars.