Ah yes! I remember that. It was my first day going anywhere but below the dam or the steps. I was certain that Geirach was going to wade out of the water and slap me for be such a lousy fly fisherman. I was praying I didn't see any real fishermen until I had a chance to figure some things out. Yeah, the dog acted like a complete jack@## that day. He now stays in the cherokee, if he goes at all. I've tied a few olive midges and will give them a shot.