Olga Korbut Isn't The Only One Who Can Get A Ten.

 

With the peaches picked, the tomatoes requiring water only every other day, and the grass not in need of mowing, (perhaps ever), I had the entire day to pleasure myself. Stopped at Morenos and got my Bow License, and headed out to fish. Picked a spot that I haven't fished all year. It requires a parachute to get there and the descent, at this time of year, in felt bottomed waders on dry leaves and acorns is exciting to say the least.

Once on the water I shared the stream with an eagle and an osprey, the eagle flew by twice, the osprey dove but came up empty taloned. With all the disdainful looks I get from the eagles watching me fish, it was fun out fishing him today. Saw what looked like a few tricos bouncing up and down along the shore, an occasional caddis, and some tiny spinners that weren't tricos. The fish were looking up and fussy. Got refused a bunch but in a little over two hours I landed six fish, five nice rainbows and one 11 inch brown. Drove back to the fishing camp, had lunch, shot the bow, and gathered my strength in the recliner for the second half of the double header.

Headed out at just about 5:30 and tried a couple of pools near home. There were quite a few Cahills, a handful of white flies and a good number of ants. There were surprisingly few rising fish, (that I could reach), but I managed to land four more rainbows which gave me the first "10" since back on August 6th, (I looked it up).

I'm only half way through my Perfect Manhattan,( a celebratory one), the train that two months ago passed by me when I'm still fishing, just went by, and at 8:45 it's been dark for a good hour. Time for dinner.   

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