Dave said he could not cast …. well he can. And he can fish also. I watched him quietly slipp around those grass beds .. boom a brown trout.. then to the log.. a couple of more browns… then on to the tree. I believe Dave said 20 browns there.  Could have told you he was a hunter by the way he fished. He stalked , quietly… and that is the key.. quietly .  And don’t let him fool you about his casting. Good loops and as smooth as butter.

Crazy fish.. eating Suplur comparaduns in January. Somebody should tell them it isn’t time yet. And on top of that, just sipping them.. not smashing but sipping. You know, the kind of sips you live for.  The Dry Fly Fisherman’s takes.  Just like Dave.. quietly and gently.

They ate Little Strippers also.  Just like Dave, gently.

On the way out, we stopped and watched at least a 100 Turkeys in all shapes and sizes, in one field. That was amazing. 100 of them in a wide open pasture , just taking their time scratching for food.

Cannot beat that for a day, can you.

Tight Lines,

Rod Champion