“Want a picture?” Feef asked me.
“Nope!” I said, unhooking my fish and dipping it back into the water. I made another cast, and hooked another fish.
“No sense wasting time with pictures!” I yelled happily.
“Ok, calm down...” I said to the fish, who was still trying to swim away through my net.
“No pictures, huh?” Feef asked, as I pulled out my camera.
“Well, it’s a good looking fish!” I said, and snapped a shot of it before I let it go.
“Take this spot; there must be a pocket here.” I said to Feef, who had not caught a fish since his first one.
“Okay.” He said, and we switched spots.
He slapped his flies down and was leading them downstream at the same flow of the current. When he reached the end of his drift, Feef made a small hook-set, which is a technique I passed on from Pete Erickson, and it was just what he needed to nail a fish.
“God, Brother ,we can do no wrong!” Feef said, landing another fish.
“Let’s each get one more fish.” I said, to stretch out the day a little longer; however, it didn't take long.
“We should come back here next time.” Feef said, as he slipped the truck into gear to take off.
“I can’t. Gracy could go into labor any time after this weekend, so I need to stay in cell phone range.”
“Oh yeah!” Feef said.
“And you will be an uncle!” I said.
“Uncle Feef!!!” Feef said with pride.
“God help us!” I said with a laugh, and we drove home leaving behind a great day on the river.