I’d hire Emma as a guide. She is a third generation Fly Fisher, and her father’s favorite fishing partner. By the way, we saw two more monster browns, one of them swims hauntingly in my dreams. Damn I wanted her to land that beast.

Between hunting hogs we caught some cookie cutters, numbers for the log book.

Emma wet wading! Patagonia Style, with her virgin Orvis rod.

High Sticking the far seam.

Let it run, let it run, let it run!