Went fishing on the Sky for chums today courtesy of Boss-man Guide Service. Landed 4, lost a bunch more, Boss-man landed 5 and a cute little bull trout. Hopefully, the curse will be lifted for a bit and when I hit the rivers for steelies next week, I'll get 'em.

Was that you above Ben Howard in the drift boat, hitting that slot on the south side of the river? Predator Dawg and I were in the White Willie Predator across from you.

Yeh, that was us. I took a break to rest my arms and try my fly rod out for a bit after you guys left. Caught one and lost one in about a half hour of flinging on the soft side above where you guys were.

Except for that one pass where we lost two, we never did make a full pass without landing one. Finally, decided we'd caught enough and called it a day.

I thought that was you. There aren't that many guys your size with a pony tail out there. I'm the one with the glasses. Dawg had the good looking hair.

That's a good hole. I went back there today with another friend and conducted a clinic for some poor guys that didn't know what to do. I gave them some sardine, showed them the hole, and showed them what to do, and they still didn't hook up. Oh, well.

It was fun. They weren't biting as well today as yesterday, however. We hit about 10 or 12 fish over about 6 hours. Not bad, but not as good as it could be. I think we may be seeing the end.