Almost perfect conditions, bright sun, no clouds and mostly calm. And so I caught 18 fish. I simply state that as fact. I could have caught far less but then again I should have caught far more. You can't have everything in this world, only want it.
Nothing big; largest weighed in at just over four - smallest of the bunch would be about two and a half. Great fun however, mostly sight-casting as well as a few beneath trees and in troughs.
I don't want to talk about the number of fish I missed; let's just call it a random number. It appears that from time to time I'm suffering from the Montana Strike Syndrome. Hey, look, I'm not complaining. Some very pretty fish.
This was Sunday by the way.