I guess I could go on and on about some sort of esoteric bs relating to loss and the rejuvenation of life by water. Not tonight though.
Fished the upper yesterday along with what appeared to be about 1/3 of the licensed anglers in SW Montana. Still, it was great day to just be outside on the water and see everyone looking content, despite the presence of others in close proximity.
The bite was good, better while wading than from the boat. Green eggs. I miss the days of innocence when a bead egg rig was just a gleam in the eye of the fish police. No matter how good egg fishing gets, the knowledge that the bead egg rig would be better can be painful. How I only wish to be able to throw a wire worm with an orange plastic bead about 1" above it with a clean conscience.
Been a month with no nicotine...