Just as we thought our highlights of this outing would be the burgers and the gorgeous scenery, Joe caught this beautiful 12" Brookie. So there are fish!
Two holes downstream I pulled out a 15" Brown, which we first thought was a snag but moved. Of course, Joe wants to point out that HE told me exactly where to cast. This fish swallowed my hook and already started bleeding, so we ended up keeping it. A freshly caught/dead fish still twitches all too randomly, which makes me squirmy. That's why I have a funny face in the picture.
We kept on exploring the stream. We came upon an OLD log cabin that had caved in a long ago. It must have been a glorious place to camp and fish once upon a time.... The river is still there, and fish to be caught. Though yesterday we had hard time proving that fish were there. We walked further downstream and could see more reasons and holes to come back for.
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