Da Juan June 22, part 1

Holy cow, what a trip! Met some new folks and fished with old friends, that is what a fishing trip is all about. Mike and I arrived around 2:30 and met up with Phil and Jim, set up camp and went fishing. Fished around the Texas Hole and main channel. Tried one of my favorite spots and it was not happening. Caught a few but the fish were few and far between. Phil and I headed up to my favorite spot on the river, Ochoa riffle. Not always a great fishing location, but holds a special meaning for me. I named it that after my best friend, Ed Ochoa passed away and that was a place he and I used to fish a lot when there were a ton of fish in that section. But I digress! As Phil and I were walking up I was reminiscing about Ed, it brought back a ton of memories. We started off a the bottom of Ochoa and finally spotted a fish, Phil ran a couple by him and then wham, down goes the indicator. He fought him for a few minutes and then he popped off. Nice fish, nice fight, nothing to show for it but a nice memory. The rest of the time was all about memories as we only spotted one more fish and he spooked after one cast. We headed back down the main channel and then headed back to camp. We sat around and shot the bull for an hour or two and then started the grill. Mike had brought some awesome looking ribeyes, Jim cooked up some tators and we were set for the evening. Man, that was some good dead cow. We sat around the campfire shooting the bull about where we were going to fish, what flies we were going use and made up a bunch of bs. You know how us fisherman are! Any way, day one was in the books and we all had a great day and even better evening. I'm going to break this this down by day so stay tuned. Nothing in way of photos for day one, but if anyone sends any to me, I'll add them later. Day two thru 4 will have photos, dont' worry.