woke up to a blizzard our last day. The snow wasn't sticking much,
but it was snowing so hard, we couldn't see the main house.
We still hadn't fished the stream
that was just outside our backdoor. Would we let a little snow storm
stop us? Not likely. Mike strung up his rod and headed to the sream.
He was fishing a San Juan Worm below a strike indicator.
It only took a few minutes -
which was good - because it was COLD. Mike latched into a hot trout.
He ran upstream then down as Mike kept a tight line.