I make what is likely the best chile verde ever produced by a leading fly fishing blogger — a distinction that no doubt fills my parents with pride.

Sadly, chile verde requires pork chunks, which requires cutting, which requires a sharp knife, which raises the specter of self-inflicted damage.

In simplest terms, the chile verde turned out great; my thumb… not so much.

Naturally, the timing couldn’t be much worse; the “killing cold” nights are finally settling in, which means what’s left of the October Caddis are dying, and the trout are eating the big bugs.

I had to bail on a much-anticipated trip with Local Guide & Kung Fu Fly Fisher Wayne Eng, and today’s outlook is a little bleak. Back on the water by the end of the week? Probably.

In the meantime, I’m seeing a couple noteworthy developments occurring in our ongoing lovefest with Axis of Evil members Nestle and PacifiCorp, and I’ll try to get those written. Maybe even make some headway on a longer article or two…

See you at the Bactine Wagon, Tom Chandler.