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My annual sportbike trip to Laguna-Seca (and all the necessary equipment prep and necessary wind-down) is freshly behind me, and it's time to get back to angling. After all, it's why I moved to Dunsmuir from the calm, placid waters of Los Angeles.

So when Mike Lucia calledwith evening fishing plans, I hesitated a couple micro-seconds before confirming I'd be there. Raine was out with a client and Tom has his own two-wheeled adventure (the Summit Century) going this weekend - so it would be just Mike and me.

I met Mike at 6 p.m. and was immediately guilty of receiving stolen property; Mike handed me a couple of freshly-tied flies he'd snagged off of Chris' table, saying Chris had done real well with them the night before.

We headed upstream to find... six vehicles in the parking lot. Ahhhhhh hell, whattaya expect on a Friday night? But we stumbled on a good stretch of empty, slow-moving water anyway, and surface action began about 15 minutes after we arrived.

Well, those flies Chris tied were right on - I can't name the mayflies, but the artificials matched the real thing pretty closely. Trouble was, after an hour and a half, I had nothing to show for it. Lots of refusal rises - so many in fact, that I half suspected one of my practical joker pals had switched my floatant with a bottle of Osprey scent.

As I crossed back to the side of the river where the Jeep was parked I saw some other mayflies emerging, which I hadn't noticed earlier.

The light was dim by then, but there was a definite olive cast to the body. BWO's?! What the hell, nothing else had worked... So after managing to tie one more fly in the half-light, I landed a meaty 14 inch rainbow within three casts - my only fish of the night, but a real satisfying way to end it.

Fifty yards downriver Mike managed three fish on the same fly that failed me. He too had numerous refusals, but apparently was a bit quicker on the draw than I.

Anyway, the organized two-wheeled nonsense is almost over for the summer and I'm looking forward to fishing with Tom again. Meanwhile, he'll see you at the velodrome...

- Dave Edmondson