After three, count em', three straight days with no rain, most rivers are fishable. A bit of a bummer since I was rooting for the forty day forty night ordeal. We were shy by six days so once again the Oregon coast does not make the Bible. We need more sinners. I'm thinkin' three more Kaly-EEE-Four-naw transplants will do the trick. Anyone but Arnold.
The fish are there, the sun is out, so I'm leaving the old stinky dog to fend for himself. Damn hound smells like a big skunk which rolls in dead salmon and never brushes it's teeth. Don't care if I hook a fish...I just need some fresh air!!!
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