In a previous post I talked about the reasons I hadn't gotten to the river yet. But I was becoming more and more aware of another factor working its influence: inertia. "A body at rest tends to stay at rest; a body in motion tends to stay in motion."
So this evening I sucked it up, made the necessary switches, and hit the river. I worked the Bridge Run thoroughly, using a sink tip and weighted flies. I was definitely getting the flies deep; I lost two of them on snags.
I didn't turn any Steelhead, but I caught two nice trout. This is the best one. The smaller one hit when I had maybe 60 yards of line out and made one lovely jump way downstream. It felt good to have a trout in hand again.
On the wade out against the current I did that little dance you do as your foot slips off a rock and the current plays hell with your feet, doing its best to keep you from finding purchase. I was turned completely around when I finally got my footing, but I was still up. My hands are finally thawed out, but my feet have a ways to go yet. I'll let you know if my chest cold turns into pneumonia.
But I'm in motion again.