For holiday weekends and hell raising.
For both Joe and Coach falling in the river at the exact same time on opposite banks. (Snipers are always the excuse.)
For the golden stones deciding to hatch in August/September this year and the crack like response from the troots.
For Joe's father and his thick South African accent (which in a quiet room is, at best, barely decipherable) and his incessant need to tell you every detail of what he's doing two riffles down over the roar of mid-river - "Eh, Lar-ree! Goableshaunts and piss coff tanquas! Ahahahah ehh?!!"
Sure thing, Mr. Bentel.
Catching an all dry fly grand slam on the Truckee.
Hooking a cutthroat on the bait chuckin' leader loop sticking 3 inches out of his mouth.
And a special "You're an asshole, a real big one." to the guy typing away on his smart phone for over an hour whilest his young son struggled to figure out what fishing was all about.
A good few days on the water. Bird season (the first one I care about) is in 4 days. See you and your dog in the hills.
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