All week, I had played the role of water flow monitor, anxiously watching as the Beaverkill dropped from a raging 15,000 cfs!!! Tuesday night to 890 cfs Sunday morning. We met up just after 10 am by the iron bridge in Horton. Andrew set up 2 very different outfits for us to use: an 11' 9", 7-weight, Sage TCX with a 390 grain Airflo Scandi Compact line; and a 13', 8/9-weight G Loomis NRX with a 510 grain Rio Steelhead Scandi line. This was Shannon's first experience with spey casting. I had learned some spey moves at the end of last year on my 11', 8-weight switch rod (The Beauty of the Switch Rod). I was curious how different it would feel to cast a true spey rod.
|Shannon executing a snap T with Andrew Moy on the Beaver Kill.|
|Hyun setting the anchor.|
When we got back to the car, I realized just how thirsty and hungry I was. Shannon had gone through 3 bottles of water and was still feeling dehydrated. We chatted a bit with Andrew and Nancy, wished them luck with their day's fishing, and parted ways. Craig had text me earlier, asking if we wanted to join him and Richard on the East Branch. Initially, I declined since Richard and Craig have not fished together for some time (the Master Caster has been MIA in upstate New York, enamoured with a local river there and busy interviewing its denizens). I thought they might need some "guy time." Also, Shannon had mentioned getting in touch with another Juliana who lived nearby. I checked with Shannon to see what she wanted to do. She said she'd be happy doing whatever I wanted. So, I changed my mind. We grabbed a burger at the aptly named Circle C diner then headed over to Richard's cabin.
|Hanging with the boys.|
|The very serene Shannon Brightman on the East Branch.|