Here's the Wednesday afternoon report. Lots of small, fresh-stocked bows. Lots and lots. A few that seemed like they'd been around a bit longer, including a couple of brookies. One pretty respectable bow on a hopper. A good sunburn (what the hell is this yellow thing in the sky that I haven't seen in months?!).
Oh, and while I was working upstream through a run, two guys in a canoe paddled upstream past me, and then anchored up a very short distance upstream and started fishing. Like, as in a short enough distance that I was tempted to switch to a larger fly and drop it in their boat. Almost felt like I was on the Caney!
