Holy smokes, some of the tailouts on the Sky are PAVED with pinks.

Not that I could catch one. Sheesh, I spent more time untangling my braided line and watching Crabin Fever release fish than I did fishing. Had one on that tried to toss my dicknite and pencil lead into my eye but other than that and a couple of taps, zilch.

Great day on the river regardless. At least my "client" had some success. Here's Steve scoping out another humpy dorsal fin to snag:




Just kidding. Steve schooled me, so I'm getting in my digs now while he can't reach me.