Not much going on at that first pool, so we moved on. Water temp 38 degrees, and pushes of ice occasionally screwing things up.
Second pool's a charm! John hooks up but the fish gets off.
He lands one a few minutes later:
John's flies make other tyers envious but the fish love them:
His fly box is a thing of beauty and shows the pride he takes in his flies. I shoulda swiped it. "Geez, John, I dunno, did it fall out of your jacket out in the river or something???"
I can be a good student. John told me where to stand, how far to cast, and be ready to hang on. That worked!
Turned out to be a fine holdover landlocked:
The Deep Green Beauty strikes again!
Breaktime was a special treat! John brought Sopresatta that he and his family make. Simply awesome. I drooled so much that he finally broke down and gave me the little I left on the plate to take home!
John hooked up again and landed a fish with several lamprey scars!
They seemed to be healing well:
Just a few yards downriver, the Beauty got more love:
If these mallards knew what a master John is at tying spey flies with bronze mallard wings, they'd have left in a hurry!
Well, there you have it: my first tugs of 2012. Thanks, John!!
(pics of me by John, of John by me)