I had a fly box full of streamers, a box of nymphs, and a box of dries, but I knew the streamer caught in the hook keeper above the cork handle would probably be the only thing I’d fish. I’d grabbed the small pack with all the fly boxes out of routine, nothing more. There wasn’t much concern for variety in the decision. I just didn’t seem to care about much of anything. I was going through motions. I walked knowing where I’d end up, but without a plan and little concern for anything involved. It was hot. At least I could stand in the water.
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