Ah yes the town crier shout about my 100 yard backstroke time.
Certainly refreshing after a long walk but once a trip is enough for me.
I was never in trouble but a couple very nice guys stopped fishing to help me.
More current than it feels like when it is just pushing on your legs.
Now for the real report.
We walked a lot.
Sweated a lot.
Fished hard a lot.
Caught nothing a lot.
I had a king, yawn.
I cracked it off.
I had a rainhead for ten seconds or so.
We saw other people catch trout.
I blame lucky for moving our trip back a day.
Next week.
3 days of killer fishing.
Oh ya Lucky groans like a rusty gate and I can't get the sound of him saying ow oh ow out of my head.