A late start to the day and little aspirations of actually catching any fish. As of late it has been the season of the browns. Each hookup having the characteristic "sit and shake" and the "aw' shit, it's just another brown" feeling.
Hopefully it will soon be steel and the reels will sing.
Regardless, I couldn't be more thankful that these fish chose my fly and that on such a beautiful day I had the river entirely to myself.
A very tired fly.