In the parking lot, guys in the car next to us tell me I crushed it last night, did a great job landing fish, and that they had fun watching me. I think they were wanting our fishing spot! I’ve gone to the dark side and switched from dry flies to nymphs, not my preference but they catch fish. The morning air is fresh and cool. We stay in our favorite spot upstream where we had our banner night. No bites for me. We fish until 1 and break for lunch; it is cloudy and cool all morning, a lovely day. We visit the fly shop after lunch and hang out in the trailer. After dinner we are back on the river, hoping for a repeat. It is peaceful as the weekend crowds have gone and there are only a few people out. I start a little upstream, cast in from the bank and get angry at myself as it appears I am hooked on a rock. I let go of the rod and get ready to pull the line when to my astonishment, it is actually a fish! I quickly pick up the rod, working it but the fish goes into more rocks and breaks the line. Next I go to our spot where Ray is pulling them out one at a time. The caddis are flying around, a good sign. A few casts and I land one, hook 2. The caddis disappear and the fish stop biting. The evening sky is gorgeous and a bright rainbow appears. We reluctantly call it a night but walking past the bridge, Ray casts out one last time and lands one! I cast and hook 2! ( 1 landed, 5 hooked)
