I went out to the river tonight after my daughter went to bed. I parked down in old West Laramie by the railroad tracks and bushwhacked out to the river. Saw a few rings on the water, but I couldn't figure out what they were taking. I didn't have much time, so I threw on a small blue wing olive. I didn't get any takers on it. I also saw two beavers in two different spots that swam right through my hole. Fucking beavers.
I took out my old 8ft Fenwick. There is some GOOD looking water down there, right in town. It's like a mini-PlatteI can't believe I have lived here 10 years and never fished the river section right in town. I have always gone out of town to get on the river, thinking it would be better. We have a green belt path along the river now, so there is some easier access. I'll need to explore it more.
I snapped a goofy-assed photo of myself in the twilight. By the way, I am diggin' my new chest pack.
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