The rest of the morning goes by quickly. A few smallies here and there. A lazy carp bumps into your leg as it’s rooting along the bottom of the creek only to freak out and thrash out of there once it realizes you’re not a tree stump. The sun is up and it’s getting hot. You could swap spools and fish sink line and streamers but you decide to save that for another day. Being greedy on the water leads to Skunkville. You succeeded in bringing a nice fish to hand and safely releasing it to swim another day. Nothing in the world beats that feeling. There’s a good hike to the take out and you can lazy cast the entire way back. Another fish would be nice but so would a cup of coffee and a shower so you don’t take it too serious but you can’t pass up water on such a beautiful day, that’s just not right. The guy walking his dog near the creek asks if you did any good as you’re breaking down your rod. “Nope, can’t say I did. I stuck a few little ones, dinks mainly”, you respond. He knows you’re lying but that’s all part of the game, isn’t it?
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