With minimal coaxing I was able to convince Tim to come out to Pittsburgh from Harrisburg. He wanted some "Arns and a Primanti Sammich". Logan came up from Washpa and we hit the South Side. The two of them got moderately to severely intoxicated while I DD'd them from Dormont to South Side and back. Home and to bed around 2:30am, up with the alarm clock at 5am. Logan still "woozy" from too many Irish Carbombs. Loaded gear and humans into the Red Troutmobile and headed for the Highlands under the cloak of darkness. My two passengers unable to keep their eyes open for much of the ride...
Started off at Meadow run to try for some of the stockies who have gotten smarter over the last few weeks. Add low clear water and it would be tough going. Tim got one in faster water. To the mouth we headed.
Nothing going at the mouth. Worked back up Meadow, chased this Palimino around.
Worked some water above the Natural Slides, Tim landed another.
Went over to Cucumber falls, the trickle was 99% devoid of the spawning trouts we saw the past few weeks.
Worked the Yough river pretty well, saw a few bruisers, swung some massive streamers, no takers. Left Ohiopyle area to head to a native stream. Stopped for some much needed refreshments.
Worked behind Tim and Logan who missed out on this little fella
Met back up with them a ways up, Tim had got into a few native brookies on his new bamboo rod to break it in a little.
Headed for home, my fellow Trout Bums helped me stay awake along the way...
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