|Sunday Adventure begins here|
I remember waking myself up early. I had a mission before the day could begin: get down to Headhunters Fly Shop and retrieve the Epic 686 unidirectional fiberglass rod that John Arnold had set aside for me. They opened at 7 and I was in the door at 7:12. The rod was waiting and the staff helped me take care of the paperwork. In hindsight, it was rude/unprofessional of me not to buy SOMETHING while I was in there. I feel badly about that. No, I feel stupid. Apologies to John and Mark.
I was back at the lodge before Mrs. Fading Angler was out of bed. Breakfast was excellent and served with Lindsay's usual flair and TLC. As food settled, the tone got serious between Joe and his anxious clients, all two of us. What ARE we going to do today? The weather was expected to be nearly identical: full sun, some breezes, slightly warmer. We could run the same stretch from Craig to the Dearborn River ramp and expect about the same as yesterday. I'd had my fun there, and was actually looking forward to something new and a little more challenging. The decision was made to float the "lower canyon." Joe said it would be a lot of trial an error, relearning how fish were feeding because of the flow, temperature, and weather changes. There was hope for some rising fish in some of the shaded sections later on. Finally, he was confident that we'd have a good time tucking into some deep eddies. I was anxious to see some new water, as yet undiscovered by me.