A NASCAR moment.

Spent the morning fishing a series of pools on the BK.  Why?  Yesterday I saw a few iso husks on the rocks along the shore line and wanted to be one of the first to throw an iso at 'em. The sun was hot and the only bugs I saw were a handful of march browns. Rose three nice rainbows all of whom happily ate the iso (so did several large fall fish). Should have quit at ten but fished two more pools with no joy. Got in the car at noon with the temp 88.

With the freestones all over 70 degrees there was no mystery about where I would fish in the evening.  Waited out the first band of thunderstorms and left camp knowing that even with the sun shining brightly in a clear blue sky there would be a second batch of storms. By the time I got to Deposit the western sky was dark gray and the thunder was rumbling. With the river enveloped in fog and the rain coming down I decided to head back down river to try to escape the fog. 

Hadn't gone a mile down the road when things got interesting. It was raining and there was water on the road. I had set the cruise at 60 and was driving along in the right hand lane when a blue car went streaking past me. As the driver started to move into the right hand lane the car went into a skid, did a threesixty and slammed into the guardrail head on sending parts in all directions. I had driven into the left hand lane and then onto the median side shoulder and stopped just down the road from the wreckage with the intention of calling the troopers and seeing if the driver was ok. The driver never turned off the motor, put the car into reverse, backed away from the guardrail, shifted into drive and took off down 17 as fast or faster than he was going when he passed me. Was sure I would see him again with a blown engine somewhere before Hancock but I never did.

The evening fishing?  Glad you asked. Fished a spot on the lower river where an island sends the boat traffic all to one side. There were no bugs when I got there and very few when I left but some fish  got feeding very carefully and I was able to get a few of them to eat. A nice 18 inch brown ate a gray fox in the dark and was fish of a surprisingly good day.        

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