Everything is big here. The streamside boulders are big, the run, itself, is anchored above by a house-sized boulder. The river flows deep, but with a pace that suggests big things are here hiding among the boulders, lying in wait. At the bottom of the run the river bellies out into a broad tailout before plunging through a long, fast stretch of broken water. This was my third time here – each time previous I had those mystery grabs on the long, deep slow swing. This afternoon, bathed in honey-colored light, was no different. Twice, on consecutive casts I had the slow pull from down deep, sending a shiver through me and leaving me cursing in a frustrated, hushed mumble. There are sea monsters in here…
Shaken Rain 