Gentlemen:
Sorry for the late report, I got tied up with stuff around the house and work really does stop without me, but the jam is still fresh in my mind. Here are my thoughts and comments:
That first night, Maurice forgot to mention that he wished for hail. We got it, that’s how we ended up getting locked in the back of his minivan…thankfully, he remembered to bring beer. I was happy with that first I caught, but that second really was the biggest I got while fly fishing. The pic doesn’t do it justice. When I got home, I measured the opening of my net. Inside to inside is 15.75”. So, how big was it???
The pic of me looking up at the cliff Maurice and I just climbed down to fish Slate Run? I’m not looking back to see what we just came down, I’m thinking how the hell are we getting out of there because going back up that was not an option, at least not for me.
I was very happy with the swap. For me, I guess it was just being able to give new life to old rods. Even if they’re only fished one time, that’s one more time than I would have fished them. Enjoy them guys!
I didn’t think camp was all that bad. I guess my only complaint would be that the showers must have been broke; I think I got 12 minutes for a quarter instead of six.
My wife and I are expecting our first child in a few short weeks, so my fishing days might be numbered for a while; I’m just thankful to have been able to meet up with old friends and meet some new ones.
Hank