Monsoon Sky
Sylvia checked the forecast early this morning and suggested we depart earlier than usual to fish home waters. The weather app forecasted rain and flash floods at 1:00 p.m. this afternoon. It took two seconds for me to grab a rod and a reel...and out the door we went. How she had time to pack a picnic lunch, I don't know? We started trekking down the stream-side trail and were immersed in the sunshine, and the sound of silence...but for the rushing sound of the mountain creek. I was casting a dry fly in the usual spots as we made our way deeper into the wooded area, but to be honest, the casting was just a way to kill time before we arrived in the area where wild browns lived and roamed. Sylvia found a shady spot among the pines to open the camp chair and a book, while I trekked on to locate the Leetle Fellers. I had a Black Beetle dry fly on my line to start the morning off, and the Brownies were hitting it quite frequently as I worked the stream. The splashes over my fly were th...
