Snuck out early this morning to squeeze in a day of fishing before the rivers blew out. I told Victor we were going to Doggy Disneyland. He had no clue what the hell I was talking about, but was happy to jump in the truck just the same.
Despite relentless rain and wind (or perhaps because of it), when it was all said and done we'd had damn fine day of fishing. Watched my buddy come tight to four big chromers swinging streamers on the big rod, and managed to pop a few myself, albeit using more rudimentary tactics.