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| 17" brown that chomped a black Meat Whistle |
TRESemmé! TRESemmé! (yes I had to look this one up) A duck hunter calling his hunting dog that had run off. Marty and I were waiting in the Durango for the sun rise on the South Platte above Eleven Mile Reservoir. TRESemmé! Nice hunting dog, open up the truck and she takes off and doesn't come back! Of course I wouldn't respond to that name in front of so many people either! The sun hadn't come up and the parking lot was filling up fast! Who are these people? Oh yeah crazies that wake up on a Saturday at 4AM to go fishing and creepers that like shooting ducks and naming there dogs TRESemmé......
Marty and I went back to the Dream Stream this morning for another half day of combat fishing after big spawning browns. We parked at the bridge and worked our way upstream. Marty was casting Rapalas and I was playing chuck and duck with large streamers. Nothing huge this morning but I did land a nice 17" brown shown above, another 16" fat brown, and a 15" cutthroat. No monster browns for us this year but we paid our dues in the trenches another year. One of these years we are going to hit it big!
Marty and I went back to the Dream Stream this morning for another half day of combat fishing after big spawning browns. We parked at the bridge and worked our way upstream. Marty was casting Rapalas and I was playing chuck and duck with large streamers. Nothing huge this morning but I did land a nice 17" brown shown above, another 16" fat brown, and a 15" cutthroat. No monster browns for us this year but we paid our dues in the trenches another year. One of these years we are going to hit it big!
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