12/18/2018
Swinging my way through, there was a drop off where the riffle led into a nice deep run. Casting across the riffle and setting up a nice mend to get the fly deep resulted in snagging a few rocks right before the drop off. Little moments of tension in the line, but surely not any sort of grab. Knowing where the ledge was, I took two steps downstream and set up my swing in a similar manner, as the line came under tension and the fly started its swing, my mind tracked it through my mental map of the riverbottom. I was ready for the fly to grab bottom again before the drop off, but this time, my fly had just missed the highest rocks and was sinking right into the sweet spot. I prepared myself mentally, reassuring myself this was ‘a good one’ and made a little inside mend to track the fly broadside. The fly made it about six feet farther through the swing and then TAP... this is not a rock. Another tap, this time sharper, sending a small jolt into my arm. As I lifted the rod in slow motion, just waiting for some tension, we connected and she tore off downstream.
