Have I mentioned lately how awesome my wife is? Yeah well, she is. I pick up the kids on my way home... she calls.
"Weather's so nice... you should go fishing."
Smile starts to curl. Wheels start to turn.
Awesome, right? I freakin' love that woman.
So I get home and transfer the kids over to that awesome woman, then quickly venture down to the Choi-cave. Still somewhat torn about where to go and what to target, I rummaged through the haystack of rods hoping one would jump out... begging to be used. Under all my CBBT stuff, my TFO 6wt peeked through with a popper still on it from last time. The hook was getting rusty and the white rubber legs were starting to change colors. Bingo.
Deep breathes... letting the soul soak up the goods. |
I grabbed one more popper, stuck it in my pfd and rushed off to the James.
It was a perfect evening.
Without changing the fly once, I had plenty of action for 2 hours.
8"-10" smallies kept me on my toes and chuckling.
Just as it was getting dark, I had one around 15"...
... but it got off on the first jump.
Oh well.
Still an amazing evening not to be taken for granted.