It's like that crispness of fall hits automatically sept 1st. In fact, was so good, that some summerrun steelies fell to the fly on a river most have deemed "unfishable" due to low water. :hehe:
Was a good weekend. Plus, a good change of the dry stagnant heat we've had this summer. Nothing like that smell of fall.
Now, all I need is my neck/shoulder to heal up so I can run my cataraft and I'll be happy. I'm not sure if my girlfriend (Rivergal) wants to run the upper Hoh until she has a few more hours on the sticks. I can't put the type of pressure on sticks I need. But I can still toss a bugrod.