In keeping with my tendency to stay the hell away from public places over the Memorial Day Weekend, I laid about, wrote, and trimmed the hell out of some of the many, many trees on the Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters property.

The L&T and I made a Grand Entrance at Wayne & Myrna’s house for a Saturday evening barbecue (nobody applauded, a regrettable breach of protocol), where Noted Underground Juvenile Delinquent Commentor Smellslikefish produced barbecued chicken that made the taste buds stand at attention.

Of course, just because I drank beer and picked my navel clean doesn’t mean the Undergrounders stayed home: what’s the tally on the fishing adventures of the Underground’s Readers?

Anyone want to fess up to a skunking? A killer dry fly hatch? A location? Feeling smug?

Now’s the time. The floor’s yours, Undergrounders.