We met today to practice our single handed casting. I'd fished the river last week and it was running the right side of high. Today we were astonished to find it at summer levels already - a lot less fishable water between short plunges and slow-moving shallows. Many of the wild steelhead you find here had been flushed out by recent rains. But it was warm and stone-flies filled the air and tried to get down my shirt. I enjoyed playing leap frog down the stream with Anonymous again, reading water together and feeling the sun; a reminded that New England is, after all, a sensible place to live.