How it goes

It was funny. Amelia & I were walking down to the dock. Kevin, our business partner, was already on the dock, hooked up to a small, female brookie of maybe 2 1/2 pounds.He called us over, commenting how a larger male was swirling at the hooked female. It was neat to watch, albeit briefly. I took my fly and flipped it on the water and twitched it once. WUMP. I thanked him for pointing out the much larger male and asked if he had considered a career in guiding. But, he would eventually have to stop relying on the dock.