Day Three-Chocolate Milk

Braden and I tried fishing the same run under the bridge first thing in the morning, but the fish were rising to something very small and wanting nothing to do with our flies. A generous fly fisher gave us some tricos, but by the time breakfast was over the fish had stopped rising. Dad and I drove to an easement, but the thunder drove us home before we could even set up. The rain returned and didn’t stop. The river was already a little high and muddy, and with the addition of the pouring rain, I pictured a blow-out and an end to our fishing for the weekend. All of us were seriously bumming. When the rain stopped, we anxiously crawled out of our shelter and walked to the river. It was chocolate milk! I could only hope for fishable water as I climbed into my sleeping bag. An unexpected surprise awaited us in the morning.

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