It had been 90+ degrees for three days straight leading up to last Friday, so while I was fired up to hit the water, I forced back any high expectations. The flow had doubled from the previous day (to a better flow) but this too had me cautiously optimistic.
We chased away the early afternoon hours putting six fish on the board in the upper stretch of the river; a mix of Brookies and Salmon from 12-16". Certainly not a bad start given the conditions.
At 5p.m with a decent beer buzz keeping our spirits high, we trudged downstream in hopes of an evening session worthy of past trips on this fine stretch of water.
Night fell, headlamps turned off, Kelly Gallop's finest tied on, and the moment we had longed for all day kicked off. It didn't take long....
Morrell lost his virginity soon after
A 4lb 1oz pig, the largest Brookie he had landed in the last decade, and the largest he had ever taken on moving water or on a fly rod.