Duck out of work early and head up the hill to the river, second cast of the day hook into a monster that splashes around with the fury and tosses the hook... Loud F bomb, no more fish the rest of the afternoon, drive home, lose sleep.

A great day...

Forgot to mention the fish sent me home with someone elses set of nymphs, didn't look too rusted or anything so I'm wondering if one of you had a similar experience last weekend on the T

Kyle