Dropped Z off mountain biking at Trestle and headed into the mountains to fish another small creek. The fishing was pretty tough - not as easy as earlier in the year - nothing on the hopper - all on the dropper. Fished maybe for 45 minutes before I got a text from Z saying a cable snapped on his bike and they wouldn't fix it without parental consent. So I packed it up, hiked out, changed into dry shoes and drove back. At least I got to fish a little.
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