Changing Plans On The Fly
Sometimes you tie flies late at night for weeks thinking you're going to go on a particular adventure and then everyone gets scared you're going to out-fish them and the plans change. Saturday was one of those days.
As it's not all trout at our house I always have the boot-foots and stripping basket in the truck when I head to the D. Even the most sacred "family weekends" always have a little time set aside for the suds. I swapped out the bass line for a sinking/head operation in my parent's kitchen . . .
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