It was a Great day of fishing and camaraderie. I mostly managed to keep it off my mind that This would be my last fishing trip with John for a while. Distance made it tough as it was, but Maryland is a long way for a day trip.
We literally left spots when we got tired of catching fish there. Crazy but true.
I’m thrilled John caught that banded, but more than a little pissed I did not. It bit me twice, but I did not noticed my tiny little hook was all jacked up. Try try again I suppose.
Marty is a force with his fly rod. Proud of him. He makes me want to use mine fly rods more, but the negative influence on me being able to catch fish discourages me.
I am regretful that I did not take more pictures especially of John fishing or the classic stoic John with personal best fish.
Loved the day. Thanks Felllas.