Today was a cookie cutter of yesterday, but only nicer since there was much less wind. I deemed it a perfect afternoon to come a-calling.
Charlie must have thought the same thing because he has sent me a postcard to share with you. It's a postcard of one of your brothers that lives in a pasture downstream.
Charlie sent out an offering in the form and fashion of one said San Juan Worm to this brother and the brother... liked the worm.
I chose a neutral color offering today but you couldn't seem to find this color as you come to it several times. I believe the fly was becoming camouflaged in the thick mat of algae that has taken root at your home.
So, I moved downstream a little and tied on an offering with a yellow wing and rust brown body. There was a herd of your kind about 25 feet out and with a backhanded roll cast I sent my gift to these beeves.
As soon as the fly hit the water, one of your community members nose-dived for the fly. I lost sight of both fish and fly and then went on yet another gut hook-set based on the time I thought was appropriate. We had a nice talk, me and this guy did.
This citizen was a rowdy type of fellow, splashing water on the lens of my memory maker. That's okay however, because water dries doesn't it?
I learn from you each time I come my friends. On my last several visits I took note of how you notice me shaking line out of the end of the rod when I hold it waist high or higher. I took note how this scares you so now I shake line out the end of my rod with the rod tip down. Then, I lift the rod tip ever slow slowly.
Thank you for the lessons you have taught me and will continue to teach.
Prairie Ocean Fly Fisher