Well, for one of us anyway. I did a quick drop of the LR and continued to the nearby Bitterroot to launch the boat and see what was going on on the river. "If I'm not back by eight, borrow a cell and call me." Simple enough.
Today in town it was in the nineties and smoke from local fires has filled the valley, complements of a healthy wind to complete the weather cocktail. The river was reasonably quiet with a few folks coming by drifting on black tubes. I paddled down stream, knowing I'd have to turnaround and paddle back up at some point to pick up the rascal. I found a nice section to portage and get rigged up. The wt got the call tonight. The rod is floppy. I started working a hopper along the bank and through a few riffles to no avail. It was a poor floater. I switched to a stimulator. It was maybe seven or so and I had to be back at eight. No action on the stimi. At this point, something had to happen. I started casting a large parachute adams into the above snag. Just above the lower branch, a large flash of bright colors emerged from the bottom and swallowed hard. It was a nice fight, but the rainbow was well hooked. After a quick photo, which I now see included garbage, I released the fish. The fish was powerful and quickly bolted back below its log home. I managed to catch the last half hour of practice too! Now, if this smoke would just clear.
Well, for one of us anyway. I did a quick drop of the LR and continued to the nearby Bitterroot to launch the boat and see what was going on on the river. "If I'm not back by eight, borrow a cell and call me." Simple enough.
Today in town it was in the nineties and smoke from local fires has filled the valley, complements of a healthy wind to complete the weather cocktail. The river was reasonably quiet with a few folks coming by drifting on black tubes. I paddled down stream, knowing I'd have to turnaround and paddle back up at some point to pick up the rascal. I found a nice section to portage and get rigged up. The wt got the call tonight. The rod is floppy. I started working a hopper along the bank and through a few riffles to no avail. It was a poor floater. I switched to a stimulator. It was maybe seven or so and I had to be back at eight. No action on the stimi. At this point, something had to happen. I started casting a large parachute adams into the above snag. Just above the lower branch, a large flash of bright colors emerged from the bottom and swallowed hard. It was a nice fight, but the rainbow was well hooked. After a quick photo, which I now see included garbage, I released the fish. The fish was powerful and quickly bolted back below its log home. I managed to catch the last half hour of practice too! Now, if this smoke would just clear. 
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Now that's soccer practice I can get into. What a lovely fat 'bow. Smoke is terrible here today--not sure where it's from.
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