The stage was set, the plans were made we were going to hit the Lower Provo Weds afternoon and this time we were after quantity and in the back of our minds quality. But just like all great fishing days(which are less than more) we received both. Gun and I met Jeff and his son Grif at the mouth of the canyon and were on the river by 3:15 pm. The first spot we when to was slower and only produced a two Browns in 30 mins, so we pushed on to more productive and less fished water.

When we arrived everything looked perfect the fish were jumping like they had mad fish disease and seemed aggressive and ready to play. Within casts Jeff was hooked up with a 16′ Brown and from there the game had just begun. Next Grif hooked up, but the Big Brown (Which was pushing 20+ leaped out of the water and threw his hook. After that it was kinda a blur. For the next two hours we had constant action on 16-19′ Browns and one Fat Bow, except for Gun who spent most of his time untangling his line. It was so good that Jeff, who had the hot hand all night continued to fish through the cold dark night (with the aid if Grifs flashlight, following the indicator) and still managed to land three more fish in complete darkness. It was fun and almost like a team sport. It is little outings like this that make me sit back and think , “Man we only fished for two and a hour hours, but we managed to reach our goals we set out to fulfil and give Jeff his most successful trip fly fishing. Man what if we had all day?”