When you can’t find fishable water and the urge to feel something tug on you, beside your conscience, change species. The next part of the equation is to find someone who looks for fish like a drowning man looks for air, Jeremy. Take the guy with you who sold you your truck, in case of breakdowns, and you have your bases covered. Jeremy, Pat-m. Tom-k and I were fly fishing a river that I have easily crossed thousands of times, seen fish rolling and wondered how to get to it. Well Pat-m and Jeremy knew and we all caught Stripers.

I caught 2 and the second was a decent spring fish caught below some nice water falls that I had never seen before. I couldn’t believe I had never fished that river and I was living a short distance from it as a kid. You can’t judge a river from the overpass.