I don't want to call it a bad trip but a lot of things just didn't seem to want to fall into place on this trip. High water, close calls, oil light in the truck coming on and worrying about car trouble 900 miles from home. Broken rods; ya somehow on the last day my BVK just snapped in the middle of a cast, Getting a new star on the windshield from a rock getting kicked up by the truck in front of me. Not seeing a large piece of tire tread laying in the road at night; luckily the only damage was to the step up on the truck. I'm sure there is other smaller annoyance that I have forgotten about by now.
Nice little brown from the Conejos.
"Fly Fishing Only"
You'll never see that in Texas.
These guys pretty.
How they got their name.
Robert had the only working rod, we switched
off every few fish.
They sure are pretty.
Biggest of the bunch.