So here's the story---I go out to my fishing cabin Saturday morning all pumped up (first steel trip since Christmas!!). I drive for two hours and WTF, it starts pouring rain and by the time I get there, my home river is punched. Sunday, I fish in brown chocolate water just to play pretend and go through the motions.
So Sunday night it gets COLD and my home river looks perfect this morning. But I get a hair up the you know what and decide to drive another hour to get to my SECRET CANYON. I bring my raft, thinking I'm going to use it to cross then drag it a couple of miles up into water that NOBODY gets to, especially when the water's a bit high.
So I get to my honey hole and I'm all set to inflate my raft then....WTF, this river's punched too ---as in pumping chocolate-- there's got to be a clay blank bleeding upstream because based on the level (medium and dropping) it's ALWAYS fishable at this height. Except this morning.
I feel crushed---a blown weekend, and I have to go back to town Monday night. So I'm about ready to leave when at the last minute I figure, Jezzsis ---you drove all those miles---just put on the Humpty Dumpty suit and go take a few casts.
So I do---even though I can't see the toe of my boot in 6" of water, I go through the motions. Four or five casts later, I'm in a dream world because I know it's just ain't going to happen, and then..... the float goes down. I come back on it and delight of delights, this chromage piece of slab bursts through the brown choco skin of river--- what a vision! moral of the story----never say never.....
It was so BRIGHT my dog had to avert her eyes (or no, wait a minute, maybe she was bored and getting ready to yawn.... )