I should have been helping Sarah move all our belongings in to our new home. She was working hard getting everything organized, and I was working equally hard -- tying a size 20 wire midge dropper to a size eight bead head stonefly nymph. I wanted just a few casts with the Sweetgrass four weight hex rod before the deep orange sun slid behind black Cottonwood silhouettes. The first pocket I tried did not produce. I was a little concerned. The valley grew darker, as light began to fade. A couple more casts, and these precious few, stolen minutes on this small stream would be over.
I hustled up to the next pool, cast to a riffle's tail, and let the flies slough to deep olive water. And I felt a tug!


Back to moving....
In Wild Waters,
Zac Sexton
The Meandering Booboy


