All I Have To Do Is Dream, Dream, Dream - - -
In case you've forgotten, last Friday it was so crowded that I couldn't find a place to fish. Yesterday, like Little Miss Muffet, I sat on a tuffet, (thankfully no curds and whey were served), for two hours without seeing a trout I could cast to. Today I decided to join the in crowd and go where the action was. Left the fishing camp in timely fashion at 1:00 and drove up to the Troutfitter in Deposit where David said its been really good and that two of the Associate Editors were already up river fishing. Called Dennis who, in a blatant attempt to keep me out of "his" water told me, "There's no one fishing from the Men's Club all the way up to the town bridge." He lied, counted eleven wade fishermen and three boats in the water and the 12th wader was walking down the bank and into the run I had hoped to fish. (Dennis, if you are wondering, even prednisone won't stop a poison oak hex). From there things took a turn for the better, if I gambled...