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| Road over the mountain might be bare but off the blacktop you are indeed in deep do-do... |
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| To my way of thinking having a crick such as this all to ourselves trumps participating in the Opening Day Circus every single time; no matter how many or how big the trout...Not a single soul did we see the entire day...can't beat it. |
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| In deference to Kate who would really like to get in the crick but can't anymore, at least not safely, I did not wade. Not being able to at least get in the crick to get around obstructions calls for a bit of ingenuity, to say nothing of perseverance...actually getting to a spot like this and making the cast is, to put it mildly, damn hard work... |
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| Thanks to the fishing gods it ain't all a jungle... |
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| Runs such as this are, if not to die for, certainly highlight the dream-reel and sometimes even serve up a pretty nifty trout...and if you're really on your game maybe two or three even...imagine! |
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| Solitude, pretty spot, pretty trout, lots a critters...to my way of thinkin sure beats the crap out a rubbin' elbows on , say, the Beav or (fill in your favorite blue ribbon trout water)...I rest my case... |
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