It was good to return to my home state of AZ for a few days this last week. At 4am T. Wheeler was in the driveway and we drove east to the White Mountains. There is a "dirty ditch" of a river that in the past I have considered something of a joke. Not that this trip completely changed my mind, but it did surprise me. Many of the nearby hatcheries brood stock are placed in this river, and once they've had enough time to forget what food pellets look like they can become quite difficult to catch. 6x, no indicator, and size 22 flies were the only way to get a grab, but the rewards were good. We did quite well and thankfully managed to avoid sprained ankles and the requirement of a long naps (ha). The day ended with an Arizona Burrito. I miss filibi's.
