APRIL TWENTY FOURTH: Fast moving, medium opacity river water. tried some paddletails, and a pintail, no hits. insane wind went right in my ear the whole time.

APRIL SEVENTEENTH: High, murky water. Caught nothing. Snagged on the ground and in a tree, and rage quit but those sick SOBs were jumping like nobody's business. Trout! Trout! Trout!