Flies were swung in the rain.
The advanced finesse of the three-finger Spey cast (also known as the “look ma, no hands!” was demonstrated in inclement weather.
A hundred-yard-wide river managed to rise up and high-center a driftboat, necessitating debarkation of said boat by Skipper.
Fish leapt mightily out of the water.
Grabs were had.
Laughs were laughed.
12′ 7″ Spey rod was modified streamside to 12′ 1″.
Biscuits and Gravy were consumed by non-cardiac patient fly fisher.
Driftboat trailer wheels hopped two feet into the air over railroad crossings, catapulting boat contents frisbee-like across the highway.
Now idle Wigwam Burners were seen, rare icons of Oregon logging history.
Home by 6:30.
Stargate was viewed with popcorn, chocolate bunny grams were consumed, and gear dried for the next trip.
A great day of friendship and exploration. Plans made for future trips. Thanks given for all our gifts.