Amelia & I waded the shoreline together last night. That's the key point to this story. Together. I worked one brown trout on a caddis and had some fun. It was a beauty of an evening. A perfect sunset, no boats, no wind, a little cloud, a few bugs.
We crossed and waded up the next bank. Alas, the evening would be cut short. We noted a couple of people walking downstream toward us on the bank. We tried to cover as much water looking for risers up the bank before these people trampled on the bank and spooked them for the night. We tried to see if they were fishing or just bird watching. They got closer and it was fairly obvious in short order that it was a couple of young gals who'd had a few beers. They'd run into an unfortunate stick with their inflatable raft and had been hiking out in their bikinis, having covered themselves a little with their life jackets and silky skirts. No doubt their flip flops really helped them as they hiked the 2 miles of muddy shoreline to where we were. They asked how far they were to getting out and we said 3 miles, unless they wanted a ride. AJ & I had come together from separate directions and had 2 cars at the access point, which was just 1/2 mile downstream. I offered that Amelia go home and get supper ready while I drove the nice, tipsy girls back to their car, but it was suggested that things might transpire in an opposite manner. Sorry, guys, maybe one of you should have been there. Anyway, I was able to convince Amelia to take a photo of their bobber cooler. I held it up at an angle that you could get a good angle to see what I was seeing... yeah... it was a red and white bobber.
What else would a guy be looking at, right?
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