EARLY MORNING WEBER

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What a damn good day to be on the river. The sun was hot, the river was cool, and the fish were hungry. The night before we planned an early rise in hopes we would be first in the good holes. We got up at the ass crack of dawn and packed the gear while we waited for the third in our group to arrive. 5:o5 am still no sign. Leaving a man behind is something i hate to do but on this day being late was a mortal sin. Being on the road later than i had hoped we raced through the canyon trying to make up for lost time. As we pulled into the parking lot we noticed we were all alone. A slight grin started to show itself on both our tired mugs.

Walking on a new stretch of river if something i need to do more of. There is so much water i have yet to fish. This weekend we walked a stretch of water that i will be going back to very soon. Weird side track, back to the story. We walked down to the water and headed upstream. The more we walked, the better the holes got. Perfect drifts everywhere. It made me wish i had a better dry fly set up, But we were there to throw some meat and see if we could get into some of the pigs. In the past weeks we have seen pics of the fish being pulled out of this stretch of water, and we wanted in on the action.

About 2 miles up stream we found our first fish. Kayson was throwing a new kick ass streamer he had tyed a few months ago. Third cast in he slammed a monster brown. We both looked at each other laughed. From there we knew we were in the right spot. No more than ten feet down stream i hooked up onto the biggest brown i have yet to catch on a fly.
All the fish caught with exception to one 15" brown were 21" plus. We had stubbled upon "Hogsville". There is a very good chance that i will be there this weekend with a crap load of new ammo to throw to these beauties.