Dog Dayz

I suppose we, here in the PNW, have entered what could be the lazy dog dayz of summer.  I don't get to enjoy the lazy part of that as my work schedule usually intensifies with the onset of hot weather.  Nevertheless, I still chase the fishes, in the cooler hours of the day of course.  There is nothing like wet wading, the refreshing flow of cool water after a slugging hike to the runs or holes.  I partook yesterday of said wet wading and was only rewarded with the 'tug'.  Managed two chinook, one was an old nasty which I broke off as he wasn't worth chasing, while the other was just a pull in deep water.  The hook came out as it barreled upriver into the head of the pool.  I like those, as this late in the run I can imagine the fish any way I want. 

I'll hold my breath till the next week or so of hotter weather is past, then perhaps a few rain showers will push some fall silvers up where I can swing a fly for them.