Oh the Provo ....

Hit the Mighty Provo with Cheech. The fishing was a bit soggy in the morning and the water was high, very high. So furious that I got stuck mid way across the river. My feet were slowly getting pushed back, my boots couldn't grip the slimy river bottom. I thought that if I tried to step forward I would be swept away. I yelled over to Cheech, he laughed at me then made his way out and handed me a branch. Few... I made it, good thing Cheech is not a little guy or I would have been swimming : )

Fishing was fun, I learned a lot. I am not a good nympher so it took me a bit to figure the early morning out. I was re-rigging, changing flies and to be honest, frustrated. So I did what any other guy would do, put on a PMD Grumpy Frumpy : ) We finished the day tossing dries to sippers.


Gotta Love those spots!!!