The second day of Total Fly Fishing Emersion Weekend was somewhere between an outstanding success and a complete bust. Events of this extended nature usually require some semblance of stamina, but when you decide you are going to drive 200 miles to fish gold medal water after drinking the bar dry the night before, you might want to at least make sure the weather is decent. We were too hungover to check.

Down in South Park the winds were howling (with gust to 60+ mph). I don’t mind the wind too much, but it does force out the six-weight – unfortunately, the pupil was using the only one I had not specifically slated for streamer tossing, and it didn’t help either. We had temps in the low 30s, and spotty sun to boot. I picked up one rainbow in the four pound range (considered small for this stretch at this time of year). Didn’t bother pulling out the camera – that would have required removing gloves – and after walking the pup cross stream, netting, and then handing my rod to Chris, I hooked a fat sparkle worm through my jacket and got the line wrapped around my neck (twice). Sometime during the frustrating scramble I pushed the poor trout back home, realizing it wasn’t a carp that could survive unfazed on the beach for minutes while I untangled myself (and probably wasn’t supposed to be caught anyway).

We called the bar on the way home, and low and behold they got a new shipment in. The third day of Total Fly Fishing Emersion Weekend has therefore been canceled – we are breaking the bank and the alarm clocks, all in the name of beer.