|Packing it in. Skunked again. Live bait spinning is rarely this demoralizing.|
|You're done when you lose your fly. Or it's hopelessly tangled. |
Or you're out of beer.
|I love the eyes on this wooly bastard. He's so delectable looking, I just about ate him. Somehow the fish were able to resist the lure.|
|Packing up. Optimism is high. The river is more than half full. The fish are surely eager and hungry... ready to hit anything, even a rookie's fly.|