Ok I thought some of you may want to here the tail of the trip to the river. Starting out at the shop as always. I gathered my flies tied the night before. Got the camera,, checked the pockets to make sure everything was inplace and off I went. I arrived at parking spot around 5:50a.m. and realized 3 things, 1. no head lamp, 2.left my lucky hat. and 3. no wading boots. After a little cussing and frustration, back to the shop. I am beging to think "here we go again" but shook it off. At the shop realized my son took my head lamp out last night to use while we went bug hunting. No worries I have a flashlite in the shop. Well you guessed it did not work andd the batteries were fresh. So I gather the boots and take off. Yep forgot the hat again, I need coffee. I arrive back at the parking area get geared up and head down to the river, It is full dark with no moon and a steep rocky bank to navigate several hundred yards. Also quick drop off at waters edge and trees and brush everywhere with no trail. Needless to say I fell about six times. I was using the light from my cell phone to navigate but it was not much. I fianally maid it to the spot and started in on them. Nothing happening so I decided to cross it the pitch dark and by my self. THere a good idea. Not sure of the water depth I picked a spot with fast moving water that appeared shallow enough and it proved to be with somewhat tough current but not bad. Ok now back to pounding the water. No hits not even a tick. I fish the whole area from one end to the other with no success and once again doubt has shown its self. Come on 5 days in a row obbsessed with the white striped boheameths haunting my dreams. Just as I am thinking this the horizion begins to lighten. I start back at the water and as I fishing I look over my shoulder to see some bait working in the pool behind me. So far this is the only sign of life so I pick up and take a casual walk over get set and make a cast BAM!!! fish on but he slips aways quickly pulling loose. I learned my lesson and bumped up to 15lb tippet. Next BAM!!! a quick hit and a miss again. Next cast BAM!!! fish on,,, a heavy hard charging beast putting me and my drag to the test. after a 10min battle he gives in and comes to hand. As you can see the excitement in my face you will also note the sky behind me just begining to show lite. After a photo the fish goes back and I make my next cast and it drifts free. Next cast BAM!!!!! fish on and the off just as quickly. Next cast BAM!!!! fish on and after a shorter 5 min fight another incedible fish to hand this one just a pinch smaller than the first fish. Note the light it the back round. The next fish would be a dink white bass hardly bigger that my fly. I those little bad a$$ fish that think they can take that size bait. The next fish would be the smallie he hit hard and gave up a couple of jumps and hard runs. I would get one more hit before the light crept to high and the fish just flat dissapeared. All in all it was absoutly a riot. Picture a guy talking to himself, laughing, yelling and having the time of my life. I finally shook my skunk and am forever ever gratefull for this day. Wow what a trip. I had put in miles through heavy brush, rock, slippery banks, painfull falls onto rock piles, high water, lost opportunities ready to give up and just help others catch fish and live vicariously through there trips, when all hard work finally paid off. THanks to TC1 and Crocodile for the daily reports, hangin at the shop comparing what we have seen on the water. And sharing effective fly patterns. I cant wait untill this water drops again. By the way cfs yesterday was 206. Today 6,860 and over 9'ft WOW. Thanks for taking time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it. Here are the picks again.