Some sleepy Elk
It's cold, cold, oh so cold. Ice blooms from the guides and climbs the rod itself like some horror film ivy that's alive.
Dog don't mind.
Matter of fact, one could argue that Bosco is outright thrilled with the temperature.
Brett picks up a female threading his flies through chunks of ice.
Things aren't warming up and the ice just isn't flushing out, so we relocate and explore some water completely new to me. We come across a midge hatch, and even some risers are spotted, but we opt to work some deep runs.
A mutant male bow clobbers a vladi worm.
There's not enough daylight to attempt underwater photography with the new waterproof camera, but I try a first time trial run with filming a release.
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