Well, yesterday I went up Rock Creek, further than I have before, and fished for hours without a bite, fishing in what looked like great water in different parts of the river. Finally, as the day was mostly gone, I cast into the mix of a small tributary and the river, and an aggressive little Brown (though it's my biggest one ever) saved me from going without a fish. Here's a shitty picture (it was actually the better of the two, the other one completely left out the fish):
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