Dropped Z off to hit Trestkle for the day. So I headed to go fishing.
Water was off colored throughout the Fraser basin - so had to go up higher to find good water. The water was gin clear higher up - but super high - all that damn snow melting. More water and same number of fish means harder to catch - so you have to find a toilet bowl sized back eddy and throw in your hopper. I managed only one huge brookie - largest one I have ever caught out of this creek - probably ran 12 inches (maybe 13, but I doubt it).
I was just getting back in the truck around 5:30 when Z texted me he wiped out pretty badly and needed help. I rushed to him (although I was 30 minutes away) - he was pretty torn up wih deep scrapes on his back and shoulders and arms. The helmet saved him. Gloves would have too - but apparently those are uncool to wear. SMH.
Hoping to be back up there again this weekend - although I think this snowmelt is going to last well into July.
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