I tried to go out today but it just wasn't in the cards. I got to where I wanted to go but the fish wouldn't cooperate. I started out with a Elk hair Caddis on my one 3 wt. No Love. So instead of changing flies I rigged up another 3wt with a Royal Wulff.. That was a disaster. I tied on a fly by using my pre-threaded fly on the wire thingy things in my C & F fly box. I tied it on and then I discovered that I cut the wrong end off the finished fly. So I tried to thread it but no avail. So I ended up with a bigger fly with a eye I could thread. Still no love. I said the hell with this and started to go home. As I was driving down one of the back roads of Montana, I hear the noise coming from under my truck. I thought I picked up a stick or a tumble weed. So I stopped to check it out. Flat tire. Now if anybody else owns a 2000 Ford Ranger, you know that you have to have about three arms to change a tire on this truck. The jack is under a cover behind the seat. You have to lay down on the ground to fit the jack under the Axle. Bitch of a time. So you go to loosen the lug nuts. nothing doing. You have to stand on the wretch to get them to turn. So you get them start so you stop and jack it up to get the tire off. Now up until then it was somewhat easy. Now you need to get to the spare. You have this long key that you use to get to the thing to get the spare down. You have to jack it down to the ground and then figure out how to get it off the stupid cable. That all done and you get the spare on. You start tightening the lug nuts and the truck decides to move off the jack. Well that was fine as I had them almost tight. I loaded it all up and drove away. 7 miles down the road I discovered that I left my jack back where I changed my tire. So I turned around to go back there and my jack was still there. Not much traffic on the back roads. So how was your day.