Flyfishing.

Friend and fly-fishing guru Dave Gellatly took me out for an afternoon of fishing on the upper section of the Brule River yesterday. Let me be clear here: I am not what you would call a fly-fisherman. But Dave is. As I fed several flies to the bushes, he kept patiently setting me up with new ones and pointing me towards where there might actually be a fish if I could manage to get the line out of the trees and onto the water. By the end of the day I think was executing something close to fly-fishing and managed to bring in a nice sized rainbow (not picture here). Kudos to Dave on being an excellent teacher. It was an absolutely amazing float, the last section to the landing completed by moonlight as bats swooped around the canoe feeding on the hatch. It was a good day to be in the North Woods. Hurray Summer.