The Ranch. Lots and lots of eats, from the trout that is. Bringing one to hand, that's another story. A story of weeds, eats and false-eats, pulled hooks, and refusals. Win some, lose more. Oh, but casting to rising rainbows all morning and into the afternoon on the hallowed waters of the Henry's Fork. Easier wading at low flows now for an older guy. First the crippled emerger, then the emerging dun, the ant for some "wet rock" fish, and finally the beetle back up the bank. Like clockwork. Long leaders, with long tippets. Hunt, position, and cast. Perfect or nothing.
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| Snow on the Peaks on Sept. 20 |
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| Mahogany Dun |
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| First on the Ranch Most Mornings |
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| First Here Every Morning! |
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| Thick Weeds at First Bend |
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| Evening Road-Side Spot |
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| Thanks Mr. Fish |
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| Until Next Time |
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