Tom, Dad, and I floated the Yakima this morning. Flows had dropped 1,000 cubic feet/second since yesterday so fish were a little disoriented. That didn't prevent a few from finding their way onto our flies. I caught a nice cutthroat early in the morning and Tom had a nice rainbow as well. Mostly little guys. I spent most the day with a stone and grasshopper dry (or drowned) and Tom did really well nymphing. Dad went between dries and nymphs.
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Good day with Dad and Rob. I hope when I am 80 I can still be trying to convince my kids that I should be rowing.
As a bonus... I was not called a lard butt or a dumb dodo once!
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