When someone dockside hands you a five-weight, you smile and give thanks. Then turn and hand it to the guide, while rolling your eyes.
But the wind hovered under 8 kts, and the initial gesture was followed by a convincing “don’t fear it, just try it.”
Walking a flat with tools better suited for trout feels kinda bad ass. Especially when there are surprises.
MG signing off (to rethink the whole eight-weight thing)