It is better to fish some, than to not fish at all. That was certainly the case this morning, as the Mrs. and me were only able to log several hours on the Middle. Fortunately, during that short period, we were Bonnie and Clyde and the river was our bank. The Mrs.' first cast yielded a stocky brown that required a little play.
Only seconds after she released her fish and waded back to her prior spot, a longer brown took her baetis nymph and torpedoed upstream. While I tried my best to instruct her to keep the line tight--was likely using a vernacular of Angler English she was not accustomed to, some lessons are best learned in action. Alas, the brown craftily created enough slack in her line to break free and I watched with understanding, as my wife's face morphed from joy to disbelief, to anger, and then helplessness. The events marinated a little, before she reset and was ready for another run. Though none of the subsequent fish challenged her quite like "the one that got away," it was great to see her angling evolve.
Next week, we will be fly-fishing on the Upper Provo and some of the Uintah lakes.
Tight lines, tight lines!!
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