The Night Charlie Tended The Weir
This is a poem by Gordon Bok that I read in college and thought of it when my mother sent me this picture of her Uncle Bob. I like to think that Charlie might look like this. Listen to this good ole’ Down East Poem.

This is a poem by Gordon Bok that I read in college and thought of it when my mother sent me this picture of her Uncle Bob. I like to think that Charlie might look like this. Listen to this good ole’ Down East Poem.

The water in the Vail Valley has finally started to come down and has gotten clear in the process. A couple days ago eight of us took three boats and floated the lower section of the Eagle River to get an idea of what the fish were eating. Jason and I mostly nymphed and had some luck, but most of the fished were caught on double streamer rigs. Between the 3 boats we probably landed around 15 fish with the biggest going to Bob around 20″. It wasn’t on fire but it was better thatn sitting on the couch.

Bobs boat sippin on MGD.

Joel is hooked up here on the bow of Dan’s blue boat
