Friday, March 16, 2018

Sulfurs....And The Fish Who Love Them

Sulfurs....And The Fish Who Love Them

If you are like me, as the buds begin to show themselves and the air gets that small kick of an extra 10 degrees, your mind wanders to hatches.  Can't be long now, right? I enjoy them all, from the vise to the stream. I begin filling my boxes and picking out the tattered soldiers from last season in order to make room for new recruits, and each year I find the same situation. The bins that house my Sulfur patterns are either empty or contain 1-or-2 raggedy-ass flies. The Sulfur hatch is my favorite hatch. Mostly due to the fact that it comes off on the vast majority of Pennsylvania streams, is best in the evenings (for those who work), and can be fished "top-to-bottom".

By identifying  patterns for the main phases of this hatch, you can effectively fish "Sulfurs" all day long, and long after the main hatch has ended.  I carry 4 patterns, all on #16 but varying style hooks.  For me, they work and are all I need. For you? Well, that is for you to decide, but here they are. 

The C2C Sulfur Nymph

The C2C is a variation of the hares-ear. But tied much slimmer and with no Hares-ear. The original C2C is tied with all Ginger dubbing. The Sulfur variation is tied with natural dun Hareline. 

It is my only nymph when fishing sulfur water. Particularly in the early evenings. A heavy nymph that sinks fast.

The Sulfur Lite

The Sulfur Lite is truly lights-out effective for me in the very early stages of the hatch when fish are beginning to rise but won't seem to take anything you have.  I fish this pattern with a greased tippet done leaving the first 6" of tippet above the fly ungreased. It is unweighted and you want it to drift freely just under the surface.


The LTD "Long Transitional Dun" was tied in 2000 for the Sulfur emergence on the West Branch of Pine Creek in North-Central Pennsylvania, and published in FlyTyer Winter 2009 Edition. It is the most productive Sulfur emerger pattern I have fished to date, and fishes well through the duns and into tail-outs on cripples after the hatch. If I needed to carry one fly in my box for Sulfurs...this one is it. I go to it as soon as fish begin to actively feed.

The Sulfur Thorax

This variation of the Thorax is the only dun pattern I fish for the hatch.  It sits low in the film and I like to go to it as dusk settles in and just before it's getting too dark to follow my LTD, or if they begin to ignore the LTD.  

Those are my Sulfur bins and they allow me to fish productively through the entire hatch.  

Try them on your water. 

Monday, March 12, 2018

Tying Ralph's Benton Caddis

Ralph's Benton Caddis

The RBC is my favorite variation of the Benton Caddis for early season prospecting. 

Tying the RBC

Saturday, March 3, 2018

My Favorite Crossover Pattern

Little Crappie Fly

The LCF had its beginnings as a Crappie streamer. A task that it has been very successful at. But probably more than any other pattern to come out of my vise, the LCF is a true cross-over pattern. It not only crosses over from warm to cold water fisheries, it also crosses over in application. 

It is by far my favorite spring Speck pattern, sunk deep and stripped in as a streamer. 

For gills it  is a killer nymph pattern on a floating line and twitch retrieved

For bass it is effective twitch retrieved alone or on a dropper under a bassbug

And back to a streamer  on a floating line and a varied retrieve for Pickerel

And then on a winter trip for trout I tied it on as a nymph drifted beneath an indicator

The results were better than expected

On most any water I fished, the LCF proved effective


The little panfish streamer has become one of my favorite high water nymphs. 

Give it a try

And let us know what your favorite crossover pattern is.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Copper Lager Nymph

Copper Lager Nymph

The Copper Lager nymph got it's name because of it's appearance. However, it has stayed in my box since last spring because it caught fish.  Gets to the bottom, swims when drifted under an indicator and fishes as a small streamer as well.  I like to fish this pattern with an egg as a dropper. 

Tying the Copper Lager

Hook:  3x Long Nymph 
Bead: Copper Tungsten
Thread:  6/0 Black
Tail:  Tan Marabou
Abdomen:  Amber Body Glass
Hackle:  Furnace Hen
Collar:  Rusty Brown Ice Dub

Saturday, February 24, 2018

A Window In February

A short window in February, offers up the 1st bass of 2018

Cold, rain and more rain has been the norm here lately. Stepping outside this morning, the air felt better than expected. I had seen rain all weekend in the forecast, but checked again. NO rain and mid 50's until noon!  With the C&S 5wt in the car, I made a run for water. The window began to shut quickly though, and in less than 30 minutes it was low 40's and raining steady.  However, in that scant 30 minutes, the first bass of 2018 decided to cooperate. A nice surprise in the midst of three hungry 12" Chain Pickerel 

The Little Crappie Fly was the soup-of-the-day again.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

To Wing, or Not To Wing!

To Wing, or Not To Wing!

Countless articles and chapters of books have been penned over the years addressing this one simple question when tying dry flies. Studies with divers, tank imagery, you name it and it has been conducted. In particular classic up-wing dries. And while I will not attempt to solve this riddle or define the answer beyond personal preference, I will pass along my thoughts and the reasoning behind them. 


A good number of year ago, I stopped tying wings on up-wing dry fly patterns from #16 down. The result?  No impact noted. I therefore proceeded to tie #14 and larger patterns without wings. The result? Less effective. 

My only assumption is, the profile/footprint from the view of the fish is more impacted on the larger patterns. The larger the pattern, the more "visible" the wing becomes, or the "visible footprint"is altered. A scientific study?  Not hardly. But I fish with what I know and what I am confident in. And as well, don't take my word for it....go try it, and make up your on mind on the matter.

The matter of altering on the water.....

Next, is the issue of altering my pattern on the water. You can, and I do often, alter my pattern while fishing. I simple snip of the scissors can and does allow some patterns to cover several stages of a hatch. Or better fit the conditions on the water. Wings in many instances alters your efforts in these instances. I find that many times a lower profile fits the water or wants of the fish at times. I will often V-notch the bottom of the hackle in order to achieve a desired stance on the water. However, with wings, this will often throw the fly out of proportions a bit too much and cause the fly to fall on it's face. Also, trimming wings out can prove sloppy at best on the water. However, without wings? issue at all. 

Trimming a Dry fly

(Left-to-right: Spinner, film stance or upright)


Trim the spinner a bit more and you have an emerger or nymph.

Give it a try and see what you find. I know where I am on the about you?

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Cane and Silk 7' 3/4wt Glass Fly Rod Review

Cane and Silk 7' 3/4wt Ice

Having previously reviewed the build of this rod from Cane and Silk, there began a long wait for a break in the weather and the chance to get this 3 piece glass 3/4wt rod on some water. Finally, with snow melt and rain subsiding and temps approaching the 50's I felt I had that short break in the winter weather I needed, where I may be able to not only get on water, but possibly get into a few fish as well. 

I paired the rod with a Cortland Retro II spooled with a WF4F Cortland Peach line. Terminal rig was a 5' furled mono leader with micro swivel, and 4 feet of 4lb Stren Flourocast tippet.

This model is Mikes "Standard Build" rod with a standard cork, walnut reel seat and anodized aluminum hardware ($159.99). Mike also offers his "Eminence Build", which is a full custom build with upgraded hardware and hand-turned top quality cork ($219.99). Both models utilize the same blank. 

Little Crappie Fly

I chose to begin with the "Little Crappie Fly", with hopes of dredging up some late season gills on one of the shallow local ponds. My hopes were the lower winter levels would offer the best temps.

There was no wind to fight, which would give the best performance evaluation without having to qualify casting for a 7ft 3/4wt rod.

The rod performed beyond expectations

I found this rod to cast effortlessly, with little-to-no tip bounce.  A bit faster for those who are accustomed to the older Lamiglass, lighter in hand than vintage glass and on par or better in my opinion than most of the mid-range glass rods on the market today.

I was able to easily throw 40-50 feet from virtually any arm position, with plenty of backbone to pick up off the water with little effort.  It was able to throw the heavy LCF with no issues whatsoever. And switching rigs on the water I found it able to  handle both a heavy #6 wooly-bugger and a nymph split-shot rig with a 1/2" Thing-A-Ma-Bobber.

The bigger surprise was performance on fish. Expecting to encounter some deep water panfish, I instead found hungry Chain Pickerel ready and willing to crush anything that moved.

The rod handled the Pickerel with ease.  It gave as we want a glass rod to do, but it was no noodle when it became time to set the hook. The rod felt good in hand both on the cast and when playing fish.  If I were to place this 3/4wt rod, I would say closer to a 4wt for certain.  I would not hesitate to fish this rod on most any trout water that a 4wt would be called for. And although I would not grab for this rod if targeting Pickerel specifically, it stood up to the challenge with admirable results.

Cane-and-Silk offers a top quality build in a glass rod, for an exceptional price. 

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Brook Trout, Briar Creek & Memories

Brook Trout, Briar Creek & Memories

Picture Borrowed from "Small Stream Reflections"

            I recently read a post on one of my favorite blogs “Small Stream Reflections” about how the Hemlock is so much a part of our brook trout streams. That blog post took me back to my trout fishing roots and memories of my childhood stream of which I have written on over the years. I began browsing through essays and when I was done perusing what I had put down in print, it occurred to me that two of the essays which were written nearly 15 years apart encapsulated both the life of that stream and how it impacted me as a fisherman over the course of the first 42 years of my life. A period which ended with the 2nd essay and my last visit to Briar Creek around 2005.  Having no personal images of Briar creek or it's fish, the above photo from "Small Stream Reflections" is so close that the two waters could be one-in-the-same. PS: I promise to put it back where I found it Alan. :)


            I picked my way through the briars toward the sound of a creek about 30 yards ahead, but yet unseen.  I knew that the line of hemlocks up ahead would be my salvation from this tangle I was working my way through with a fly rod in hand. It seemed that every time I so much as glanced at the vines around my legs to avoid another puncture through my jeans, I would instantly tangle my fly line again. Yet this entire struggle was worth the trout fishing perfection that lie ahead.  I stepped through the last bunch of briars and stood in the shadow of a 100 yard long run of hemlocks.  Running through that grove was an 8 feet wide trout stream, known to the locals as Briar Creek. It wound its way through the woods after leaving a pond about a mile upstream.  About 1 mile from where I stood, it would join with its sister creek, and then continue a short distance into a county reservoir. 
                Crouching down to rest, I took advantage of the open area to inspect my leader and tippet.  All was intact and the #14 Royal Coachman on the end seemed none the worse for wear as well. I evaluated my approach to the pool that lay straight ahead of me.  The bank on the far side went straight up the mountain, and was undercut with roots.  The pool at its deepest point was about 3 feet, and it extended for about 30 ft into the next ripple. I crouched-walked my way up to the hole, and with a bow-&-arrow cast, popped the fly into the head of the hole about 6” from the far bank. It had drifted about 4 feet when out from under the bank in a flash came the take, and as quickly as it came it was gone. I lifted the rod tip just slightly and the little glass rod came to life.  In short order I had a gleaming native brookie lying in my hand. A fat little 8” fish, and a fine specimen for the creek for sure.  I dropped the fish into the creel with a smile, knowing that this would be a great day on the water. I loved this crick!
                That was 1976……24 years earlier. And as I sat contemplating my next move through the briars, I was seriously 2nd guessing my desire to revisit this creek of my youth.  I had left the Jeep parked at the same place I always entered the woods as a kid, yet it somehow seemed much thicker than before.  Whether it was actually thicker underbrush, or just a thicker man walking through it I was not certain. But either way, I was sweating & my legs already bore the puncture wounds of unbelievable large green thorns! I could however, hear the creek just up ahead.  And like years ago, I smiled with anticipation.
                Stepping out into the hemlocks, there it was!  The hole I remembered was gone however.  The bank had given way along with a huge hemlock, and the root system had carried rock into the streams path.  Feeling slightly let down, I turned downstream.  I was not to be disappointed a 2nd time. There before me was a pool twice the size as I recalled, and as I stood there watching I saw at least 2 distinct rise forms at its tail-out.  I was no longer carrying the old South Bend glass rod of my youth.  Instead, I now had a little 3 weight Orvis Superfine that seemed perfect for the water.  I decided to fish the hole below me from its head and feed line after a dump cast.  The 1st cast ended up in the branches overhead.  Cursing at myself, I was fortunate to pull my fly free….and this time with a side-arm delivery was able to pile up my line just below the riffle.  I watched the #16 Elk Hair Caddis drift for about 10 feet and the rise came with a sip. One minute it was there, and the next second all that was there was a bubble on the surface.  I lift the rod tip and found an acrobatic little fish on the end of my line.  Enjoying the moment, I let him take his frustration out on the little 3 weight, and then stripped line to retrieve him.  An amazingly bright little 5” brookie came to hand.  Removing the hook, he instantly flipped in my hand and was back in the stream.  20 minutes later I had landed 3 more identical fish and was reeling in line to search downstream.
                What I found was exactly like I remembered.  Pool after pool began with a smallish boulder choking the stream, which then dumped into a hole of a couple foot in depth, and a 10-20 foot tail-out would follow.  Each of which held a handful of hungry brook trout in the 5-7” range. I was in heaven.  As expected, I was 12 years old again.  Yet oddly enough, I hadn’t seemed to improve at all in my casting ability! At least not that my performance on the day had proven anyway.  I had been fishing exclusively with the same #14 Elk Hair Caddis throughout the morning up until that point, as I stepped out onto a little gravel bar formed by the stream and its sister fork of nearly identical size coming together.  Almost immediately a rise-form at the head of the hole caught my attention.  It was a larger fish from the looks of it.  Losing my bearings, I turned to cast directly to it, and instantly hung my back cast.  After the initial frustration, I smiled to myself. A lot has changed over the years, but just like a 12 year old kid, the sight of a larger fish had gotten me flustered and I instantly forgot everything I knew.  Right down to the fact that I was standing in an opening too small for a standard cast. 
                Having lost my fly to the hemlocks, I tied on a wet fly that I had actually tied for the day, but had not gotten around to fishing yet. I leaned out from the bank to my right, and with a sidearm cast skipped the fly up into the rifle above.  Stripping line in as the fly drifted downstream toward me the line quickly went tight.  I lift the rod and found myself hooked onto a fish considerably larger than any I had caught all morning.  The fight ensued, and after pulling him from roots & giving line multiple times, I was looking at a 16” brook trout and a monster fish for that stream.  Again, I was 12 years old and wishing for my creel.  My dad would love this fish!  But having no creel and with my Dad gone now, I was left without a camera and only me and the fish.  I smiled as it slipped from my hands and instantly disappeared back into the roots it had risen from. I looked at the little wet fly that had done the trick.  It instantly became the “Briar Creek Wet”.  From the confluence of the 2 streams I was only 75 yards from the lane I was parked on upstream.  Feeling like this was as good a place as any to wrap up the morning, I headed out toward the road.  It had been a nearly perfect day on the water & like 24 years earlier, I found myself walking back up that gravel lane….tired, sweated through & undeniably happy.  I was heading back home again, rod in hand, knowing that Mom would have something in the kitchen for lunch.  Coming around the corner I saw the grill of my Jeep staring at me, & reality returned again. Lunch would be at the general store, and maybe I would visit that pond I remembered just a short drive away?  Times do change…..and yes, waters do as well.  In the end we have our memories. 

 It’s been nearly 10 years since I re-visited that creek….maybe it’s time.

The Briar Creek Wet

Hook:  #14 2x Long Dry Fly
Thread:  Black
Tail:  Red Tippet
Rib: Flat Gold Tinsel
Wing:  March Brown Brahma Hen
Wing:  Wood Duck (Tipped on Original)

But for Memories….

                The Briar Creek that I grew up near was the epitome of a perfect wild brook trout stream. A fact that was not contemplated during my youth yet became painfully obvious as an adult as I traveled. It was a true rarity. A jewel of the outdoors that not only was in its prime as I knew it, but was also vastly left alone by local fishermen.  It was perfection within the trout world, and the best of trout streams to a 12 year old boy with a hand-me-down fly rod and a tin of wet flies. To that boy, it was water equal to any of those found in the pages of magazines, with brookies so brilliant and plentiful that no rival was possible. At least in my young mind it was so.
                The creek was formed by two forks. The East fork flowed from a spring near the base of Knob Mountain, and then traveled through farm fields and 2 beaver dams. From the point of the 2nd beaver dam downstream to its confluence of the west branch it was intermittently brush choked with a few stretches of hemlock shrouded runs. This was, an ecosystem of its own as the beaver dam was full of large fish, and the lower run was in essence a tail-water fishery. We would begin at the dam until we had caught a brace of keepers, and then move downstream, pool-hopping between us through the hemlock runs.
                The West fork was fed from a spring that had long ago been formed into a farm pond. From that point its gradient was increased rapidly and its pocket water tumbled down through a mile and a half of hemlocks, where it met with the east fork. This pocket water stretch taught me everything I needed to know about fly fishing so many of the waters I encountered later in life out west. I learned by trial and error how a drifting wet fly “needed” to be presented in order to even be looked at.  Later, I would come to realize that the fish on Briar Creek came to the creel with much more difficulty than most waters I had encountered since.
It was at the confluence of the two forks that a large pool formed in the shade of several old hemlocks, before gaining speed and heading out through meadows where it dumped into the local watershed. It was a beautiful place to behold. With just enough room for casting, small gravel bars to approach the water, and almost an ethereal feeling while in the shade of those huge dark trees. It was the genesis of this fisherman’s piscatorial memories and the birthplace of so many pans of frying fish in my mom’s kitchen.  Quite often through the years, I will find myself sitting along other waters, yet daydreaming about that hemlock pool. More waters than I can count have taken me back there. It seems that my mind has decided “that place” is fishing. Not able to understand exactly why my mind works in that fashion, I’ve willingly accepted that fact and not fought it. After all, it did treat me well, so who am I to complain simply due to a lack of understanding?
A few years back I realized that I had not fished the water in many years. So with rod in hand I took the trip back home and made my way through the woods from that familiar gravel road. However, things had changed. There was no longer a watershed as I had known it. In an effort to fix a damaged and dangerous dam, the watershed had undergone a complete transformation. At the beginning of those old meadows the creek was now routed underground. The entire area of the confluence was now open grass. Gone was the pool. Gone were the hemlocks. Gone was all that I had known and loved for so many years. Not giving it enough time to sink in, I turned away and began fishing my way back up the west fork and its pocket water. Some fish were still there, but most were in the 5” range. Still as beautiful as ever, but far fewer than I recalled. I fished casually upstream for about ½ mile, then turned around and strolled back down to the location of the old pool. With a dozen fish on the walk I still could not shake the sadness of what had become of my pool. Sitting on a stump on the edge of the tree line where the meadow began, I looked out over the old location. It was gone, but I could still sense it. Closing my eyes I could hear the streams currents converging. I could smell the thick heavy air under the canopy of the hemlocks, and feel the pea-gravel move under my high-top converse sneakers. I was there. It was there. Just as I had often found myself while sitting on the banks of waters far better known and heralded.  And it was then that I understood. But for memories…many things such as this small stretch of water would at some point cease to exist. Not just go away, but cease to exist as if it never had at all. Unless it’s existence and meaning was held in the memories of those in which it had touched.

Friday, February 2, 2018

The Ruby Midge (Revisited)

The Ruby Midge

(Top- Ruby Midge, Bottom- Ruby2)

The Ruby Midge is a solid pattern and one of my favorite year-round midge patterns. But the past two seasons it has undergone a few changes that have improved it locally for me. Give it a try, and let me know if what seems to work noticeably better here on my local waters, does the same for you.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Splitting Hare

Splitting Hare

The venerable Hare's Ear shows it's effectiveness in a lineage of pattern variations that all do the same thing in the end......catch fish. 

The Hare's Ear nymph is the quintessential pattern that combines the right color when wet, movement, flash & profile. It has morphed in many ways since it's inception, and today's fly tyers in many ways have departed from. Yet the original pattern that sprouted from the Hare;'s mask has passed along it's genetic fish catching qualities none-the-less.

First learning to tie in the early 90's while living in the pacific northwest, this variation was the predominant one found in local bins. Gone were the guard hairs in the tail, replaced by pheasant tail fibers. And while natural hare's mask, it was pre-clipped and in a Hare-line dubbing ziplock bag. Strongly influenced by Gary Borger's tying style. 

The same pattern as above, with the addition of hen pheasant softhackle legs and a bead-head. This was the style Hare's Ear that I cut my teeth on at the bench. It is a pattern that has caught every cold water species that I have pursued, as well as most warm water. 

The GRHE softhackle.  What box doesn't include this pattern?  If it doesn't include it, there is a needed hole there that needs to be filled.

The basic bead head. Tied #16 through #20 is one of the most consistent flies in my box.  A classic pattern that is one of the most productive variations of the original. 

The C2C is my contribution to the GRHE legacy.  It took the place of the original for me from coastal cutthroats on the Olympic Peninsula to the streams of the Mount St Helens drainage and Eastern Washington. As I moved back east it remained at the top of my box, and more than 25 years later, the C2C remains my "One Fly" pattern. 

Tying The C2C

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

One's Better Judgement

SO...about 15 years ago, I had a disagreement with the owner of a company that makes a very nice fly fishing product.  The company had decided to place an advertising badge on the home page of their website for Greenpeace. Now, I don't know what your affiliation is with this group, nor do I really care. But I in fact despise them, as an enemy of the sporting community. They are against all bloodsport, would shut down hackle companies if given the chance, and basically stand against everything that we are. I know, I fishermen are not "the same" as hunters (of which GP uses to make most of their marketing) to some. We like to distance ourselves as "higher on the sporting ladder". But in reality we are not. Wearing organic underwear, living in a solar tiny house  and lying to yourself when you say tofu crab tastes just like real crab does not turn fishing of any kind into a non-bloodsport. So in my mind, to support GP is to support a group that is against the very same community that buys your product. Makes sense to can make your own judgement. 

Anyway...I called and spoke my peace, we had it out n the phone, I vowed to never use the product again, and for about 15 years I did not. 

Then a few weeks ago greed grabbed my mind with it's dirty little hands as I saw one of those things  for 50% off. Now, I never said it was a poorly made product. Quite the opposite, But my better judgment lost the argument, and I bought one. I knew it was wrong. I knew better. As a result....on my first fishing trip of the year, while crossing the creek on the first day....Between ice and a slip that could have turned out very bad. A tether broke, and that product was swept down an ice filled stream. 

I can hear the teachers voice as if it was yesterday...."Mister Long...MISTER LONG!.....PLEASE turn around in your seat and pay attention!"

I reckon we are never too old to be taught a lesson. 

If you release them, you are always catching "Tomorrow's fish".

Monday, January 22, 2018

Tying The Micro Skunk

The Micro Skunk

The Micro Skunk is a variation of a variation. While steelheading in the Pacific Northwest during the mid-90's, the spin fishermen were doing well with micro-jigs under a casting bubble. The most popular pattern seemed to be a #10 jig pattern variation of the Green Butt Skunk. I began tying it as a beadhead and it has since done well for me on both coasts. Though the materials have changed over the years, the pattern has remained the same. It has done well for me for both trout and as a popper-dropper in warm water.

The Micro Skunk

Hook:  #14-#16 Orvis Beadhead
Bead:  Black Nickel
Thread: Black
Tail:  Red Tippet
Butt:  Green Hareline
Rib:  X-small Silver Wire
Abdomen:  Tying Thread
Hackle:  Black
Thorax:  Black Ice-Dub

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Herl Dubbing Brush Techniques

Herl Dubbing Brush Techniques

After fielding a number of questions on this topic, I felt it easier to demonstrate my techniques and how I apply them.

Thanks for Watching!

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

2018 Winterfest

2018 Winter Opener

This year's opener was a record setting one for the group. The morning started out at 6 degrees, with a layer of 1" clear slush in the waters surface. Add keeping a watchful eye out for passing shelf ice and you could call it cold and a little sketchy. But....the option was "not fishing", therefore we donned our gear and got in the water.

Len, warming fingers

Re-rigging takes on a whole new life when you can't feel your fingers.

Doug had the 1st hookup, but it ended with a break-off, as did our first 3 hoop-ups of the day. Could have been too much pressure, or ice. Either way, we were not doing well to the net.

About mid-morning I finally convinced another fish to pick up my #6 Coyote Ugly...and the fight was on. Heavy fish.

Tying The Coyote Ugly 

Problem reel was frozen solid, and I only had about 30ft of line out that I would manage the fish with. I was essentially fishing with an 8'3" 6wt Tenkara rod. 

Thank goodness for a little room to run (or as close to running an old fat guy wearing waders in 9 degree weather can get anyway), and the net work of Len....we landed her. 

The ice gave up an estimated 28" hen. 

It was a quick recovery and even after a lengthy fight, she was impatient to get back and shot away with strength. 

The only fish landed on the trip, but a great weekend overall, and we will take it.  Along with the still recovering fingers and toes. 

Good friends and good water.