It was already warm when I stepped from the truck at 7:00 in the morning. Heavy clouds kept the warmth of the previous day from escaping in the night. I was wearing camouflage, all gray, to help me pass for a rock. The water was low and the rip-rapped channel provided no cover to hide me from the fish. As long as I could blend in to my surroundings I had a chance to catch a fish.
There wasn’t anything special about this place other than that it held fish. It wasn’t particularly pretty, no white water, no long smooth pool – just a few boulders and some fast water giving way to a short bend hole.