I worked on the trim around the new bathroom closet door most of the afternoon, plus some other shit like that. It's hot and humid and miserable so when we got done I thought I'd go fish before I finally got cleaned up and showered. River is still a bit high and off-color and I was fishing by myself (wading), all of which means I almost immediately got discouraged. When a kayaker came by and said he'd floated about five miles without a bite, I got more discouraged. When my leader got tangled fiercely, I almost broke the rod over my knee. Instead, I just pulled the tangle snugly until the knot it created resembled a pit of snakes. Because I knew I wasn't going to catch any fish. So who cares if your leader has a giant knot. Right?
I shortly thereafter caught the small bass, in a spot exactly where a bass should have been.
Now I'm drinking a beer.
Yellow popper was my most productive fly on this day.