Feef was able to unhook his fly quickly, and was back to casting.
“There’s one!” Feef said with happiness. He was using a superfine fly rod, which is a softer rod, so the little brook trout was putting quite a bend in the rod as he brought it in.
“Do you know what time it is?” I asked.
“Well, we better start heading back to meet up with the girls.”
“Ok.” Feef said, and we started fishing our way back.
“Do you see them anywhere?” I asked, while looking on the other side of the lake.
“Me neither, but I would have liked to walk across the entire lake to fish near that rock wall.” I said, and that’s when we saw them: both Gracy and Becky had climbed to the top of the rock wall and were waving at us to get our attention.
“That rain looks like it’s headed our way.” I said, looking over to the angry clouds on the neighboring mountain top.
The cars were now in sight. We got to them quickly to gear down and get in before the rain started. We had no sooner pulled the cars around to head out of the parking spot when the rain hit. Large droplets of water pelted my windshield, but now that we were in the car looking out, it wasn’t bad at all.
“We should come back here and hit some of these in a day.” I suggested.
“That would be fun.” Gracy said back, “Maybe we should camp up here.”
“Good idea.” I said, passing Hazard Lake on the road back. I slowed down to get a better look at the lake, but the rain was making it hard to see. So much to fish and so little time, I thought before rolling up the window, leaving it cracked to take in the fresh smell of the rain on the way down the mountain.