Friday, April 1, 2011

Grand Old Time

Brayshaw pointlessly considers fly choice on Ohio's Grand River
I worked hard Wednesday to get work out of the way and ready for Friday, for Thursday I was going steelheading again. A full day later, 320 miles on the car, and bloodshot eyes, and what have I got to show for it? Nothing. I got skunked.

In fact, this is the first time I have gone steelheading and not caught multiple fish.

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