Getting out.

I stopped in to see C.A. at the shop and we made loose plans to sneak out on Thursday night for a little fly flinging on a local lake.  Thursday afternoon he confirmed and Thursday night we launched.
Fishing was slow, though despite plenty of vegetation I have to admit that the water clarity wasn't half bad.  I can only assume that the summer heat boiled off the usual impurities.  Standing on the deck of the Jon casting clousers in 8 feet of water at the edge of the weeds on a fine, calm, mostly bug free evening in August...you can bemoan the loss of summer or just settle into the seasonal groove.  I think we chose the latter.  He was kind enough to pack a couple microbrews and some BLT's with fixin's from his CSA (he even put celery salt on the tomatoes...helluva guy).  Another swell evening to be alive with fly rod in hand.