long awaited sequel to Beaver Believer Part 1, and the epic mediocre final chapter to my first Beaverhead River trip.
|Gettin' Down in Brown Town.|
|I'm Seeing Stars........ And Some Random People.|
|The Awkward Solo Picture Attempt|
|Adam, feeling the love.|
Miracles happen though. Once in a while. A few of my friends had decided to float that day and had passed me about a half hour earlier in their raft while I was wade fishing. I continued fishing downstream and happened to bump into them as they were anchored up working a great looking run. I had my flies dragging in the current, in a 6 inch riffle, as I walked towards them and as I went to cast to avoid hanging on the bottom, I hooked something solid. The solid object quickly turned and started smoking downstream, I played it off like I had planned the whole thing. Not really... We landed the fish directly in front of their raft, my best fish of the day. Total dumb luck. Glad they had a net.
|My Fish of the Trip. No Skill Included.|
Beaverhead River, I'll be back. You can bet on that.