I just walked into the house after a day on an alpine stream, and I’m drinking a beer and hammering a watermelon that was picked at exactly the right time. This, my friends, is living…
The stream was high and the mosquitoes were so aggressive I was afraid that Wayne Eng — who’s so skinny he always looks to be in the midst of his own personal famine — might be drained of blood to the point he’d lose consciousness and I’d have to carry him back to the truck.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen.
What did happen was that many brown trout were caught on dry flies, making this the first wildly good day of the season for me.
I’m chalking it up as a victory.
More to come on this one.
See you receiving a blood transfusion, Tom Chandler.