There are 50 weeks that go by very slowly...followed by two weeks that fly by.
The 50 slow weeks end today...the two weeks that fly by start tomorrow.
Off to northern BC for the steelhead smackdown...hopefully the rivers will be in shape enough days to keep me busy, and I won't get bear pawed, cougar bit, or moose stomped.
I'm...outta here!
Fish on...
Todd