|Carefully wading up stream|
There were quite a few oddities as well. Like the truck bed that made a nice platform to cast from and the copious amount of discarded clothing (something else that made no sense) but the weirdest thing, hands down, was when I stumbled onto a buddy of mine fishing a small dammed up pool. By him in the water were what looked to be over fifty egg shells, standard market variety in a pile with looked like loose change sprinkled around the outside. The air also had a whiff of perfume or detergent. I got a bad feeling and we booked it out of there.
Water temps were in the high sixties and was refreshing from the hiking and heat when not under the cover of the trees.
|One of the lunkers :)|
|Man of the day, the Fish Whisperer.|