This being the stream where The Great Man plied his angle, I won't compete with words. Besides, I'm completely shagged out in that wonderful way I always feel after a day on a winter trout stream.
|First act. The heads tell you I hadn't had coffee yet.|
|Wet dogs came along for the ride, this day.|
|The Handsome Modern Angler. I spelled it right because my wife is standing here correcting me.|
|Pretty water on the ol' Mill.|
|It was so cold.|
|My net took a stiffy. I wondered in a non-existent, whimsical way how cold Steve and Bob must be||.|
|Highland Park isn't litter. And I wasn't fishing the Usk.|
|Highland Park II.|
|One fish dropped before lunch, and back to the Sube for tucker with the dogs and more Highland Park.|
|I'm surprised I could see. A bloody good Brookie from a Class 1 "Black Diamond" in January.|
|Nothing prettier swims.|
|My favorite size of trout stream. Medium.|
|Nurturing the Dalvey.|
|A sort of Highland Park.|
Happy Birthday? I should co-co.