on top of the water and floating away in plain sight, seemed like something of a parting shot at me. it seems positive that i will never know exactly what happened…but i will look for that fish, next time, and see if the loss repeats itself.
funny thing is, i had not realized how rarely i lose flies, these days, until then. must be getting more cautious, i suppose. it’s an excuse to tie some more, of course!
after that, i tied on another #12 parachute adams (tan, instead of rusty orange), and worked my way a bit farther up, until even with the easier slope to climb out, on the right 