Ah gees, you guys are going to have to catch all the salmon while I am gone to mainly Idaho, and beyond, next Wednesday for probably 3 weeks of dryfly fishing again this year. Lifes a bitch. But, oh boy, do I like those BIG rainbows....
Cheeze and Rice Larry, that is harsh. If you would send me those GPS coordinates and secret flies I'd be all over it. If the bald brethern would carry his day instructional theme along to my skunky smelling self in the evening hours I'd be hooking up left and right.
I'll eventually work my way out of this wet paper bag and put some slime on my mitts and maybe bonk a hatchery return or two for renewed strength.
To tell you the truth though, anyone would be a fool to fish with me in the salt until I got this skunk off my funk.