i am chuckling to myself as i write this report,
i got to the river in afternoon , the report there was SLOW. Without any discouragement i ambled down the trail excited with an opportunity to wet aline enjoy the river and just plain and simple relax. sitting on the bank rigging up i noticed a place to cross so i could properly fish a bend. as i crossed i noticed the river was forceful but i knew i could manage. the water crept up to my west ,probing with my wading stick i felt along the bottom and found a rise in the gravel easing my way across , it was tricky but i managed. fished steadily for the rest of the afternoon employing differant rigging methods and fishing tactics , the sun peeked out from the rain clouds i could see no fish at all on the gravel and i probed every inch of dark water,i worked my way back to my crossing at dusk. as i crossed i noticed my wading stick was no longer with me.Ahh i said, i can manage.as i crossed, the river flow pushed me off my route,i lost my balance, panicking i hurried across . i couldnt find the rise in the bottom and just rambled on hurriedly. I felt the coldness seep in as the daylite ended and the water deepend, the panic rushed,i was now treading water my wader filling faster finaly i found the rise in the bottom and scrambled for the bank.Whew i made it, all wet however.I sloshed up the trail and shed my wet clothes at the truck , the thought of sleeping in my cold truck and waking up to wet waders just didnt interest me. so i drove the 2 hours back home to my warm bed a d laughing wife.
brad
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