I allocated a little "me" time this weekend and went fishing over on the Owyhee River. My friends accompanying me are all expert fishermen and I felt inferior, but attempted to put up a good front like I knew what I was doing anyway. My "old school" fly rod and reel generated taunts from my fellow flyrodders, as if I had pulled out a musket rifle to go deer hunting.
Most of the fish were caught and dealt with easily by the long-distance-release method except for one forearm-length brown trout. I didn't get a single bite but one of our fishing crew said he's sure you get far more nibbles than you actually realize when fishing nymphs along the bottom. I'd like to believe that. I did …
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