They picked me up and we headed to Caldwell's Mrs. V's for breakfast. Despite all of our attempts to eat healthy, Mrs. V's menu could not be ignored. Chicken fried steak anyone?
Off to Oregon, and after having purchased our licenses we passed by a house with a large rock on the front porch that said McCain. I stopped and talked with the home owner, Darlene, who was quite elderly and advised that her husband Herb had been gone almost a year. She explained to me quite erroneously that the name McCain was Irish, and how Herb had been very frugal and had left her enough money so she could stay in her home and out of assisted living. Our conversation was cut short as the mail man drove up and she nearly sprinted out to meet him, inviting me to come back again, but ending our conversation because this was her "favorite" mailman.
Temps were cold, around 30 degrees, but it couldn't have been nicer. No wind, no rain. I had two good bites but I couldn't get them to come in. Brad landed a beautiful trout that barely fit in his net.
|The Master and the Pupil|
|Fly Fishing Fashion Fanatic|
|Notice the new fingerless gloves that Brad is wearing.|
My Xmas present to him this year.
|I need to lower my waders belt.|
|Notice I lowered the belt?|
|We had a hell of a time landing this fish. |
Jay said it was very comical to watch.
|Another great day on the water.|