There we were, enduring the heat in hopes of a late eve float on the RDR, or possibly the morning looking for tricos. It felt humid and the weather was going to change Sunday night, a storm had to be out there somewhere. We were about to pack the boat and hit the river when a look to the radar revealed our suspicions.
Nothing puts the end to evening rises like pea to grape sized hail. A good eve for a movie. The good news is the house is a whole lot cooler. The bad news is that cold overnight isn't going to help the morning tricos. Just when you think you've got a beat on a good streak of fishing, things change. So be it, the week ahead looks fantastic for brown trout. :)
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