If I've said it once I'll say it again...if you can't get them to bite switch to an ant, or in this case a flying ant.
These brookies will smash about any fly my dad used a stimulator since he can see it well and the fish seemed to like it.
It was one of the best mornings I can remember catching fish like crazy, having mountain goats graze the rocks above us and watching the sun peak over the mountains.
Not so this trip. We spent most of the rest of the day in the tent playing cribbage.
We finally abandoned the tent to make some dinner and get some fresh air. The rain finally tapered off around 8 or so.
The last morning came way to fast and now I am back in the world of work, computers, and noise.
On the positive side we have some great memories and plans for next year...