Met a new friend from Down Under on Saturday who couldn't come to BC without wetting a fly. So we hooked up the Jet and headed into the mountains to show him what BC is all about. While the connection to the first fish was lost he managed to say hello to the next five. The second being in the NINE pound mark.
To condense 9 hours into a sentence; we saw some incredible country, got a slight sun burn, hooked around 20 fish landing an even dozen, and left with a sore arm and some Auzzi bragging rights for the next few years. Thank you and well done Grahame
Looks like a sore arm to me Grahame