Left the house yesterday morning for the mountains. I stopped off in Townsend for some breakfast and a chat with the guys at LRO. Then it was off to the middle prong of the little river. I went up above Tremont caught a couple decent sized bows and had a lot of little ones nipping at my dry flies. I sat down a rock on streamside to change out fly and dropper, with my feet sitting in the cool water, when a copperhead swam out from beside the rock within inches of my ankle and headed for the opposite shore. What a day to pick to start wet wading!