me, scott and jerry took a back woods stroll to throw dries. the fishing was slow from the get go and really seemed to die down even more, after awhile. as we had thought, we fished around a bend and there were two people in the river above us. we headed back to the jeep and drove lower but the fishing never really got going this day. at one point i got frustrated with the wind and the fact that my line kept getting tangled up in my boot laces that instead of taking the time to untangle it i grabbed ahold of the line and give it a good jerk and snapped my fly line in two. scott hooked me up with a blood knot and i was good to go. sometimes you just gotta suck those kind of days up.