The dead tree that had fallen over the river was messing up my ability to fish the pool and generally pissing me off. It was pretty skeletal and rickety-looking, though, so it occurred to me that I might be able to break off at least the top portion—enough to create a casting lane. This stream improvement project would render the pool a dead zone for the immediate future but it had the potential to pay big dividends that evening if the Brown Drake hatch I was hoping for materialized. That was my thinking at the time, anyway.
Forgetting to remember
by Tom Davis - Saturday, Jun 1st, 2024