Mr. Al and I had the best time. We learned so much and are now fairly able to fish on our own. I say fairly because you need to just practice and fish and make goofy mistakes before you can really say you’re any good.
Jeff Lyon was our instructor. He’s been teaching for five years, now, and loves it. It shows. He’s one of those teachers who can get at the root of your faulty technique and easily fixes it. My new favorite thing to do is Hauling. That’s where you load more energy into your back cast by pulling on your line to bend the rod in order to shoot line forward as you front cast. It’s really cool. You can get a lot more line out on the water with a lot less effort. And what’s even more cool is that I could transfer some of the knowledge I learned in Sword into fishing. Same or close enough energy exchanges.
We fished all morning. I gave a fish a decoration for its lip, but I didn’t catch one. He was on my line and I didn’t let him take his run so he broke my line. But I’m learning and that’s what was most important. Mr. Al did well, too, even with his broken hand. He hooked the most fish, but it was awkward for him to bring them in and they slipped of. The hooks are barbless so any slack in the line can cause a fish to escape.
So we got our money’s worth and tomorrow we’re sleeping in.
Enough talk. Picture time!
I would have enjoyed some gravy.
Chronicles of Cammy, my Fool's Journey and Travelogue 
Gorgeous location.
Looks like all the hours of driving were worth it.
Bob