The brown trout were there all right, but so were the mosquitoes – more than I’ve seen since I moved to Northern California (which is a lot).

Only animals not being bothered by the mosquitoes were the trout.

The only animals not being bothered by the mosquitoes were the trout.

It’s Monday and I’m running like mad to simply stay in place. A report – with pictures – from my most recent Sasqautch-fest with oddly inventive fly fishing writer Singlebarbed – is coming soon.

No doubt it will encompass the universal fly fishing themes of the human tragedy, comedy, pathos, whether size matters, gearheadidness, and yes – bloodsucking insects.

Plus, we’ll highlight new entrant in the Trout Underground Zeitgest: The Grass Clipping Loaf.

Also an explanation about how insect repellents work, and how massive doses of the stuff now allow me to type this teaser post much faster using three hands.

See you at the keyboard, Tom Chandler.

p.s. – Singlebarbed published his typically inventive account of the trip here. As fine a work of fiction as I’ve seen, nothing in it is true. Nothing. Well, maybe one or two bits.