I find that working seriously cuts into my spare time.

I was a diligent boy all week. This morning, the plan was I’d meet up with one or more of the local slackers fly fishing guides for the Underground’s Annual Top Secret Nymphing trip to a Top Secret Part of the River.

A hookup from Last Year's Top Secret Nymphing Trip to a Top Secret Part of the River

It’s perhaps the only trip of the year where I willingly leave the house with a nymphing rig tied to my leader, and though I know my loyal readers are already tearing up in a stunning show of empathy, the reality is actually far more gut-wrenching.

See, I got half the day off.

But it’s the wrong half.

Damn.

Like Annie Says… Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya, Tomorrow

Now that I’ve started that insipid song circulating through your brain (and it’s going to stay there all day), here’s a vital piece of information: our Top Secret Nymphing trip to a Top Secret Part of the River is a morning thing.

And I’ve got morning appointments.

See, that work thing again.

Fortunately, tomorrow is free, and older, less-handsome bro is heading this way for another half day of fly fishing, and while the time frame is tight, we got choices.

The nearby small stream uncovered during last week’s disaster? Something with more vertical gain – like float tubing an alpine lake? Revisiting Stream X?

Anticipation is a delicious thing.

Where are the Undergrounders fly fishing this weekend?

See you on some river, Tom Chandler

UPDATE: I offer clear evidence of the existence of a vengeful god; the weather here is overcast and cool. That’s perfect Top Secret Nymphing trip to a Top Secret Part of the Riverweather.