When I got on the water and started fishing I knew I was going to detour from the plan. But these guys know me well enough and being fishbums themselves understand that plans are just a good idea not meant to be taken seriously. That's my understanding anyway.
On the 3rd drift, I hooked and landed this beautiful bow. A guy fishing near me was kind enough to snap a picture. I spent 20 minutes with it and watched it swim away strong. If my day had ended right then, I would have been good with it.
The area was starting to attract some attention and became a little too crowded for me. I prefer to fish without an audience. I decided get in my kayak and find some new water. I had only planned on fishing through the next area quickly and moving closer to the meet up. Looking back, I realize that was where I took a wrong turn. The first brown caused me to miss my exit. I should have made a u-turn and got back on track. However, I failed to notice it because a second brown was steering me down a new road. When you're really lost, there's a point that you stop caring and say "Oh well (or different word), I'm taking the scenic route today." That's where I was when the third brown ate. The day got away from me here.
I had good intentions but the fish kept distracting me. I'd be ready to leave and then I'd get an eat. It was like they knew I was suppose to be somewhere else. Not every eat resulted in a brown caught but seeing those wild browns scream across the river and leap into the air re-set my internal timer and led me in a different direction.
I tried to call and check-in but I ended up taking photos of trout instead. Hours passed before I realized how off schedule I was. The rainy, overcast conditions helped hide the progression of the day. Before I knew it, it was completely lost in Brown Town.
The next day my buddies let me in the boat and we fished until lunch. I guess the boat will hold 4 occasionally or they didn't want me getting lost again.