Spent the last two days pounding the water in search of a Steely, on a cold river. Marty gave me the night off from Tegan so I meet us with Marcy Stone for a cup of Jo and Bagle to go. We fished all morning and evening with only a few smolt grabs. Marcy had to take off and attend to a lost kitty and I spent the night, determined to touch a fish.
Needless to say, it was a good morning!
