Boyz are back in town!

So there we were, sitting in the drift boat minding our own business when a large rapid came upon us. We negotiated it properly, but with the shear weight in the front of the boat a sneaky wave of water crested the bow and landed directly in Rob's lap.


Despite the river's best efforts to scare us away, we found it's residents willing to eat some yarn.



A nice keeper found it's way to the net at the hand of Robbiedingo, and another for Gnoc as well.





In the end smiles outnumbered the fish, as it always seems to with good friends.