Fished a creek in WP while Z mountain biked Trestle again. Water was way down - but still a little high. Fish were tough to catch - they weren't slamming the Amys Ant very consistently - so I traded it for a huge hopper. Which provoked a few more hilarious strikes - but not many hook ups. Did land a few - all were on the dropper. Colored up male brookies were very cool.
Had a close call on the river. A moose came running down the bank - with only some bushed between us. He/she didn't see me (couldn't hear me over the rushing water either), but I know he could sense something was close by. He was maybe 15 feet away. I started yelling to him to chill out - and he turned around and saw me - stood there for about 15 seconds staring at me - then ran off the opposite way. Shook me a little as I haven't been that close to one in an area I couldn't run off and hide or get behind something.
On the way back to WP I saw a momma and a baby on the road - got a good pic of them as well.
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