I'm sure the very few that actually take a peek into this shit hole on occasion have noticed the lack of content around this joint. Did you think we were holdin' out on all the sick spots or maybe just rippin' so many lips we couldn't make time in our schedule to actually sit down and type out a trip report? In a perfect world I would tell you it's a combination of all of the above... unfortunately my world is far from a fairy tale. I have had several significant life changes come my way this year and while in the long run I know I'm better for it, in the now it is really puttin' a hurtin' on all of my extra curricular activities. I didn't envision that in the second year of the FLY fishing gee haw bullshit, at the end of April that I would have only had my fly down a total of two times (yes I said two).
Alright enough of that. So the whole "in the eye of the shit storm" metaphor is relevant because there is somewhat of a reprieve in the next few weeks (the eye is the calm part no?). FLY is about to storm the mountain's again to reassemble our mini circus looking, wiki hut village, formally known as Trout Camp. This year were going all out with camp fire sing songs and the hole nine. If all goes according to plan I will be making a few recon trips with the Shorthair'd Trout Pointer and hope to get a little fishing in along with some scoutin'. All I can say is that I'm in need of this trip about as much as this dump's in need of a new paint job...
J
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