Standing over a steep, rock walled canyon, staring into the abyss of a ten foot deep river, I know there’s something worth hooking into in there.
But I had lost my mind in the sound of the rushing water reverberating off the walls and staring mindlessly into the hypnotic green current. I’d been drifting bug after bug through the current, to no avail for some time now. Eventually, likely 15 minutes into fishing the same run, I snapped out of the…
