"Southwest wind between 5 and 11 mph"... mmm hmmm.
Put in at Carter's around 2:45 this afternoon, pulled up to the 9th street ramp around 4:25. There wasn't much water to push us, so the wind picked up the slack.
On the bright side, Greg caught this dark brown a couple hundred yards below the ramp:
It took a brown and orange lead-eye rubberlegged chunk of hardware off the bottom in a slow inside run. Things were looking good, but the afternoon sort of stalled at that point.
We picked up a couple other browns on the strip, as did Mason and Bob in the other boat. In all fairness, the wind was ridiculous and there weren't too many great drifts over the last 4/5 of the float.
I also had a little talk with this honker about a third of the way through:
It turns out that a big white drift boat is the perfect camo for geese hunting on these rivers. This bird and his buddies were posing for another photo op, when I pulled out the ol' 870 wingmaster. I felt a little guilty shooting, but I suppose the education will serve the remainder well once they move out for the season.
Finally, a word of warning, figure out how to split your next Chop House tab before the bill comes. We spent at least 30 min learning the hard way that the staff and credit cards don't get along.
