What do you do when you get a text message from a friend inviting you on a “just bring your lunch” trip to fish XYZ creek? You leap up in the air, click your heals together, and start building peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I have the uncanny ability to surround myself with people who Know Water! Mike knows water! He is not a guide but he could be.
Mike tailed this shiney one for me.
Look Ma! NO stinger!
Another shot of the same fish.
Shooting for the far seam. There’s a seam? It’s kinda under water. I have personally dog-paddled in this run in the summer. It pays to know the water.
I was going to chop a bunch off of this video but I thought some of you might enjoy the sound of the water. I do.
Mike sticks one with a mini tube intruder.
No butt slapping, high fiving, whooping or hollering needed. Soft speak works well for us on the water.
On the trip home the talk turned to electric socks. True Story.