tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183336366604588414.post7005776083221764702..comments2023-11-05T03:27:31.352-07:00Comments on of Dry Flies & Fat Tires...: ruh roh raggyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119141918694841063noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183336366604588414.post-20272921754595257582010-03-01T07:12:24.731-07:002010-03-01T07:12:24.731-07:00Yep, gambled, lost on this one. San Juan would...Yep, gambled, lost on this one. San Juan would've been more of a sure thing, but I was recently presented with an opportunity to fish the Juan this week anyway, nothing great lost there. <br /><br />So despite the weather reports, was figuring Taos was worth a shot. I mean c'mon!, these storms have to abate sometime, right? But boy was I wrong, timing is everything!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13119141918694841063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3183336366604588414.post-68306514121937952092010-02-28T20:17:48.285-07:002010-02-28T20:17:48.285-07:00I was wondering how this would end up for you as y...I was wondering how this would end up for you as you dribbled out one photo, then another, then finally the text. Bummer!<br /><br />Sounds sorta like my failed attempt yesterday. Got to the river and there were some new No Trespassing signs in the spot I wanted to fish. I was going to go ahead and dangle off the bridge and drop into the water anyhow, but as I was pulling the wader up my leg, some bozo in a truck pulled up next to me and informed me I wasn't fishing there. Didn't feel like arguing with the guy, and storm clouds were picking up anyhow, so I just bagged it. Luckily it was only about 20 minutes from my house.Cutthroat Stalker (scott c)http://cutthroatstalker.com/noreply@blogger.com