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                                           CutBow a fishing story.

       Tuesday July 7th, 2026.

       Was in the Canyon on a beautiful day.   10:00 AM.  A young boy was fishing down stream from me.  Trico hatch was minimal, there were three fish rising on the opposite side.  Closest to the bank was the larger fish.   The flow was running at 110 CFS.  I presented a size 26 Trico.   He took and in a millisecond he was running down stream and jumped once.  I tried to mentally process everything.  Okay, I'm on 7X holding a small 7 1/2 foot 3 weight rod, thankful my reel had no drag mechanism (grandfather's very old). When he jumped my adrenaline kicked in, and started following downstream.  Had a lot of line out, trying to catch up.  I saw him during his jump, I wanted to land this one. Was talking to the young man below me apologizing as I moved into his water. Determined to take my time, one wrong move and he's gone. Moved into the deeper water to try and net. Quickly found my net to be undersized. Moved him into the thinner water.  I was exhausted, he was getting tired.  Multiple tries to net him, looked silly with my net.  Managed to get his head in and hold him.  The boy was enjoying the Entertainment.   Asked him if he could take a photo. ( silly question, he knew how to use my iPhone better than me ). Then also a video.  I had proof !

Biggest trout I've ever landed in the Canyon.  24" CutBow.  Fun.  I like Fun.  

7XDry

​​    Another year and the world is not getting any simpler, or sane.  The worlds 'wisdom' is pushing the limits of what is right and wrong. Making good what is evil, and what is evil good.  The only true north is the one our country is leaving behind; the Word of God.  Has the Providential hand of God been lifted from our great Republic ?  (When Benjamin Franklin was once asked what type of government the Constitutional Convention adopted, his cautionary response was, “A republic, if you can keep it.”)  People still have Faith, but the minority have the loudest voice.   

The wind, the rain

To cry insane 

​To seek

To choose

To never move

To realize what they can't see

To know their there Eternally

I think I'll go fishing.​

​                     Being a Dissertation on the Symptoms and Pathology of This Incurable Disease by One of Its Victims. 

        There is a lot of amiable fantasy written about trout fishing, but the truth is that few men know much if anything about the habits of trout and little more about the manner of taking them.  And still fewer of these occasional wise men will spare any time from their fishing devotionals to write about it.  Our knowledge of trout is like man's tenancy on this planet: precarious and tentative.  In a world where men scarcely know each other, and are at pains to fight endless wars to confirm this somber fact, it is perhaps a gratuitous display of ignorance for any man to pretend extensive knowledge of the sly and secretive trout. They are dwellers on another planet.  I have fished for trout since I was a boy and I admit I still know little or nothing about them. Perhaps it is also the beginning of trout wisdom. 

From my Dad's favorite fishing author:  Robert Traver 'Trout Madness'.   1960 

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