Sam and I hit the river early, early relative to heat not time. So at 4 am on our home water in WV we figured we had maybe 3 hours max of decent fishing before the temperature would rise to a bazillion degrees Fahrenheit. Just as we were leaving the rainy, humid, Cambodian purple hazed humidity Sam caught a lunker near a sweeper. His 7'3" 4wt. bent and bobbed like a pit bull was at the other end chasing a squirrel. Limp as a wet tube sock after the boxing match Sam pulled the trout in with his net looked up at me and said “I'm done” let's find the nearest air vent with 69 degree temperatures. When we got out of the haze this morning we made a beeline for a local McDonald's, and nursed some Egg McMuffins and coffee and enjoyed a break from the near fatal outbreaks of humidity in this region. After Sam nursed his coffee for a bit he said “I dunno what feels better catching that lunker or soaking in this air conditioning” The summer of no love.
Dave
