8.8#/31"...kinda scrawny
Such were the dimensions of a brown that I released this morning upriver from the mouth of "Northern Pike" creek on the middle D. She flashed during the first drift and nailed it on the second. I was able to turn her before she got back into the snag. Hopefully that'll be her home for a few more years. With the salmonfly, golden stone, big black caddis, PMD, "andIdon'tknowwhatall" hatches going strong, I think she'll fatten up.
Re: the name of the creek. It was originally know as "*quaw crick"; just trying to be PC.
How many PC'ers does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, they're perpetually in the dark.
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FallRiverGuy
I figured you must be out pounding the water pretty hard about now.
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