By: Dave V (offline) Thursday, July 26 2012 @ 11:34 PM EDT (Read 1246 times)
Gentleman I raced home after work tonight to grab the rod and gear and head for the stream. Temps were much cooler then it has been in months . Low 80's . I got there just before dark and raced to the water . A strong Trico hatch was going on . Tied a size 20 Trico pattern on and the casting began. It wasnt long before I had them dialed in. Caught some nice bows 10 to 16 inches . I fished until I couldnt see anymore. Plus have you ever tried to take out a size 20 Trico from the fishes mouth . Hell I am half blind as it is but I got it done . All the stress from a wicked day at work was washed away.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.
By: Koda (offline) Friday, July 27 2012 @ 08:19 AM EDT
Way to go Dave! Pound them Sum en a beeches
"Life is a journey, not a destination. Take the time to enjoy the gifts of the Great Spirit along the way." Coug2wolfs ~ Dances With Bears
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Gentleman I raced home after work tonight to grab the rod and gear and head for the stream. Temps were much cooler then it has been in months . Low 80's . I got there just before dark and raced to the water . A strong Trico hatch was going on . Tied a size 20 Trico pattern on and the casting began. It wasnt long before I had them dialed in. Caught some nice bows 10 to 16 inches . I fished until I couldnt see anymore. Plus have you ever tried to take out a size 20 Trico from the fishes mouth . Hell I am half blind as it is but I got it done . All the stress from a wicked day at work was washed away.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.