Yep, that fog shrouded figure standing just upstream of the Hoffman's Crossing bridge is the infamous Mr. Q. Somewhere below him, hidden by the fog, is his friend Mike.
It was Sunday evening after a day of warm rain followed by high humidity. The river remained cool - 62 degrees - and so we had fog, lots of fog that formed a blanket over the cool water. We also had a rising river the whole time we were fishing, that slowly brought with it cloudy, turbid water. Needless to say, there were no bugs hatching, and very little fish activity as a result.
And the best part; Mr. Q outfished me! He managed a wild brown on the swing with
Just another evening on the water with friends........dirty, rotten friends that caught more fish than I did. ; )
Always a pleasure, Mr. Q.