If I'm going to be a proper fly fisherman, I need to start spewing Latin with the best of them.
I'd set my alarm for 5:30 with the intent of being on the Grinch at first light and fishing till they kick the generators on. Well, I had some of the worst dreams last night. I dreamt that my heart gave out and I had an emergency heart transplant and the doctor never explained to me whether I had a permanent heart or just a temporary heart (look, you can't help what you dream, and I sometimes dream some crazy junk). I remember waking up several times during the night in pain. They went in through my ribs to switch hearts and it hurt. It was also an outpatient heart transplant, so I should have been able to figure out it was just a dream.
Well, at 5:30, I got up and fed the critters then promptly went back to sleep. When I finally got up and functioning, I decided I was going to head south to fish.
I was eager to get on the river, but had to be careful about being too eager.
Surprisingly, I didn't have to deal with much traffic. I figured the leaf peepers would be out in full force, but I was wrong. It was a cluster (thing) around the falls, but there was relatively little traffic on the roads.
Just about all of the fisherman pull-offs were empty.
The river looked awesome.
And, the fish were awesomer.