Jon Brengan· flyfishing addict
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I had my truck in the shop this last week and this AM used the excuse that I needed to escape to the river and see "how the truck would hold up", it worked, while she's home wrapping presents and making cookies, I escaped for another day of fishing. It was pretty crisp, the forest was frozen stiff, I crunched my way down the trail and was greated by the frost on all the trees. As I emerged from the forest the sun was just coming up over the ridge, everything was sparkling, wow...pretty awesome to be out in nature in all her glory. Cast after cast, nothing....thenafter working down the long run, I checked the time, 11:30 I have another half hour to fish. I pulled out of the run and worked down to a nice pool at the end of the run. The water is that emerald green, visibility about 3 feet, Cast, cast, bang, oops missed that one....now my senses are up. I wait a bit, change flies put on a smaller version, cast, swing, nothing. Cast again, swing and line seems to be hung up, I raise the rodtip, I get that surging head shake. FISH ON!! I set the hook, it just hunkers down, moves up into the middle of the hole. I put side pressure on it, it slides over a couple feet, but the takes line and heads back out, I'm thinking "gotta be a dolly", sure enough about 10 minutes later I slide a nice hen dolly up on the bank and set my rod down next to her for a picture. I pull the phone out, no bars! no pic, but a great way to end the day! Merry Christmas everyone.