I put on the waders and ventured out into the Davidson River, where I received expert instruction on casting from the Brown Bear himself. I didn’t catch a fish, but I also avoided impaling my ear, falling down, putting out someone’s eye, and snarling the line. I only snagged my line on a tree once and I managed to wade across the swiftly moving river without falling down and being swept away, so the outing was a success.
Lots of fun, and the countryside here is spectacular. Tomorrow we fish in earnest.