Well there it was gone! August came and she went and she left me wanting a little more of those carefree summer days and nights. The Elk and tribs continued to be a little finicky running hot and cold for most of the month.
There were hatches and there were fish, maybe not in the numbers that we are used to but they were there and people smiled. When I think back to the days on the water in August I am not reminded so much of catching Cutthroats or epic hatches of Green Drakes. I am instead reminded of all the individual experiences I had with my clients and friends this month and I love how much time I spent smiling and laughing.
Dirty South
I got to spend a good portion of August with my boys from Shreveport Louisiana, and they let me take them all over hells half acre chasing Cutts, Bows, and Bulls and fuck did they make me laugh!
The wanker above is Ed.
Ed is a "Hoover".
He has caught more fish than most of us have seen, Ed always like getting one last cast.
Now I not much for grip and grins but this is only half of the latter as Randy looks like he is about to poop while holding that piece of meat. Randy worked his ass of all week, he let me abuse the shit outta him.... Good things happen when you listen to your guide...
Now Scott, if your reading this don't feel bad that there isn't a photo of you. I love you and your greasy ass Jerry Curl....
I will post a proper fishing report later in the week after I do a little fishing.... In case you haven't noticed that there are flying ants around, well, there are.
