We parked and started fishing I took a bend and fished on a 4 foot bank and casted ahead of an overhanging tree limb allowing my nymph tandem drift underneath the mess. Every 5 or 6 cast I managed to hookup. Unfortunately most of the fish would come off before I had to figure out how I was going to get down and land the fish. Most of these fish were small so I didn't really care. I finally hooked up on a legit brown about 14 inches so I fought the fish dragging it upstream until I could reach a slightly lower bank and jumped down into river. Since this section was at a rather fast bend I had to manipulate the fish so that it wouldn't run downstream while at the same time trying to get my net off my waist pack. The fish ended up coming off when I missed netting it and the brown ran in between my legs.
After losing more and more flies in this section I decided to move downstream toward Tuck. He let me know that he was finally catching fish too. I hopscotched to the next section and fished this area without any luck while Tuck moved past me to the next bend. I caught up to him and once I did he was on a fish, I dropped down to the water from the bank and helped him land his fish. Afterwards I moved past him to the next bend.
Since Tuck was done I decided I wanted to check a cannel that usually holds at least one duck. We
drove to the area and I left Tuck with the Rover to relax and drink himself silly with some Pale Ale. I walked down the cannel for a few minutes before a single mallard flushed out of a bend but it was too far for a reasonable shot. After that it was game over and time to head home. It was not quite the weekend we were hoping for but that is the life of a sportsman. Its not always a winner. At least the company was good despite the poor fishing and hunting. I will be back with the dog and those ducks (and quail) that eluded me will be seeing me again very soon.