We still fished till we were ready to drop. Any idea what time I had to leave Oly to be at the Gnat Creek hatchery before 7 am? And we fished until legal quitting time. It took 2 cans of liquid crack to keep me safely awake on the drive home.

Staring at Modrow bridge for 8 hours doesn't provide a whole lot of material for writing.

What does provide alot of material are the guys that get attracted to a river after reading internet reports. I was float and egg fishing and got hung up on something. I set my hook and heard a gawd dang bell?! jingle. Looking to my right I see that the guy next to me is plunking. Check out the broken rod tip, and bell set up.




I said "Dude, I can't even make up stuff this good. Your unique style is well suited to mockery. You do realize this is going on the internet."

He gave me his approval with a simple, friendly wave of his hand.




Actually he was just really frustrated. I stopped being a dick for a few minutes and lent him and his friend my rods. I can remember being a newbie and feeling just as overwhelmed. Since not even the high grade, custom wrapped rod, G Loomis geared anglers were getting bit, it wasn't a waste of my time to help teach someone to fish. Actually it's never a waste of time.

I'm just dissappointed I forgot the kids name.


The friends I meet along the water seem to last longer than any fish I bring home.


VHawk