We got into fish on just about anything we threw at them. Wolly buggers with black tails and olive bodies, PT nymphs, streamers with contrasting colours and I was lucky enough to get a monster on a Parachute Adams.
I am beginning to believe things happen for a reason. I believe Bob gave me a little reminder of how much I enjoy introducing people to fly fishing.
So, to the good part of the story. We get back to the car, pull our gear off, load up the trunks and Bobs car beeps as soon as he closes it, indicating he has locked his keys in the trunk. So, it ended up being a few unexpected trips back and forth to the river. We had plenty of time to catch up and complain about things men often do, once again......things happen for a reason ( but do they have to happen so far from the house )