I don’t mean for the Underground to become “DaddyFlyFisher.com” (though a combined fly fishing/daddy blog best reflects my current reality), but this picture — taken Saturday — is too good to ignore:
For the record, we caught no trout, though we did have a couple of the real little fish roll on the dry. After less than ten minutes of fishing (sorta), it was time to become explorers.
And yes, Little M is a heck of a rock hopper. And yes, she shares her daddy’s exceptional taste in headgear, fly rods and fly reels (that’s an Orvis CFO).
See you at daddyflyfisher.com, Tom Chandler.