An approaching storm as we arrive in a prime run. 3 trout rise as we cross the river. Luck looked to be precarious. And it was. Upon stepping up to the first riser, the low cloud swept across our rod tips and made upstream casting impossible. Within 15 minutes the temperature dropped 6 or 7 C and the fish rising all disappeared for the evening. With whitecapped ripples in our faces and trout sulking, the most recent high water got off to a good kick start as the Red Deer River then tripled in flow.
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