Thunderheads loom over the distant mountains, roll toward the lake.
Down the shoreline throwing a big muddler, keeping a weather eye out. Thunder rumbles, rain patters.
Storm veers off to the east, thunder grumbling away.
Hundreds of casts, way around the curve of the lake. A familiar stretch, but unmemorable--until now.
A take, a weight. Classic struggle of a big Brown, deep and slow. Tired--or wise: this too shall pass.
A Grand Daddy of Browns.
Long in life, long in length, well past the eighteen inch measure.
Hangs for a moment, sinks back into the depths.
Overhead, an Eagle hangs for a moment, soars into the heights.
Seems like a good time to crack the Thunderhead.