I switched things up this past weekend and instead of heading to the usual hunting grounds I hit a few streams much closer to home. As expected, the fish were smaller than what I’ve been fortunate enough to encounter on recent trips, but what they lacked in size they definitely made up for in fight. I tangled with some of the hardest fighting rainbows I’ve ever hooked and was constantly kept on my toes with the chance of intercepting a hog brown making the annual pilgrimage to get it on. It was two days spent hiking beautiful rivers, and while the fishing was tough on day 1, the second day was spent watching fish readily rise to our dry flies and put a good bend in the 3 weight. Life it good.












Tim