Deja Vu

I met scott at 7:30 in the AM then we were westward bound. the plan was to throw streamers on a a piece of water where i had probably my best day ever on a river. i hadn't fished it in a month and as shitty luck would have it, the levels had dropped considerably due to irrigation usage. we still headed up anyway hoping the fishing hadn't changed in the last month. holy hell it sucked! we landed a few small cutts then chose to say screw it and some water next door. we ended up fishing the same piece that i had fished yesterday, only cause someone had just fished through where i wanted to try out. it was almost like i had been here yesterday, almost like deja vu all over again. the weather was a bit cooler and pretty damn windy. we didn't get to the river till about 1:30 so we just made the walk down about a mile before fishing our way up. the fishing was nothing like it had been but we still managed a few, very few, nice fish. a chubby and a morrish hopper were the ticket for the few willing participants. i had planned on heading out again tommorrow but my old ass is wore out.