It was another epic day on the Little Red River. The fishing, the weather, and the camaraderie. A good friend of my J.T. came up from Memphis to visit and fish. It was the first time since J.T. was just a kid that he had a fly rod in his hand. We had a blast. As you can see in the photo he landed a toad of a brownie, 23 inches. The wind was persistent almost all morning but by late in the afternoon it was still as could be with the occasional Cadis fly coming off.
We ate PB&J and drank tea for lunch. J.T. and I have been friends since we were in 7th grade. It always nice to share the place I call home with good friends. As we got near the ramp we could start to smell smoke, a guy on the ramp told us there was a huge forest fire. On the way home we pulled over at the Big Creek overlook to watch the blaze. The picture does it no justice but the whole valley had blazes criss-crossing all over it, it was a magnificent site.
We ate PB&J and drank tea for lunch. J.T. and I have been friends since we were in 7th grade. It always nice to share the place I call home with good friends. As we got near the ramp we could start to smell smoke, a guy on the ramp told us there was a huge forest fire. On the way home we pulled over at the Big Creek overlook to watch the blaze. The picture does it no justice but the whole valley had blazes criss-crossing all over it, it was a magnificent site. 
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