Today I stuck with a dry fly, an Elk Hair Caddis, and just like yesterday, felt the day would hold promise since one of my first casts resulted in a trout rising to suck down my fly. And again I was unable to hook said trout. I only had an hour or so to fish and in that time I only had that one bite. Oh well, at least I was ankle deep in cold water and getting much needed casting practice. After putting away the waders and fly rod for the day, I snapped a few pics, did a little running on the forest service road and headed back to town. That's when my fever went full-blown.
There, in the same field as earlier, was not one, not two, but three Thanksgiving dinners strutting their stuff. And about 15 more of their feathered female friends. Needless to say, my Stoeger 12 gauge is primed to go for tomorrow's opener.
-C.B.