Our story so far:

Today was the day I had decided to visit that stream I had seen along the road, meandering in to the woods...

..strung up my rig and realized I had no flies w/ me...

Found an old used and abused fly stuck in my hat.

Tied it on and spat on it for good luck.

I smell like bamboo. that's just true. couldn't find anywhere else to put it.

So I ignored the one sentence, one post per day rules , and rubbed some stream gravel on me to get the bamboo smell off.

laughing

laughing is good for the sole, so I must go down to the sea to catch one. Or perhaps a Sea Run Trout.

In wales of course we call them Sewin,not soles but the sea runs! Said in a Dylan Thomas accent.