Fished a smallish tributary yesterday. I used an old yeller Eagle claw super noodle rod that my deceased farther picked up at a garage sale. He never got to use it before pancreatic cancer took him quickly. He was a great fisherman, for everything but steelhead. He always wanted to get better at it. So, I figured I may as well give the old rod a shot, for his sake. He would have been there with me, it kinda felt like he was. I had just got some fresh eggs from a friend, and cured them to the best of my ability. I tied a bunch of micro bags, like 6-7 eggs per satchel. I floated them under a bobber, in an ultra low, clear little river, That had plenty of scraped up gravel, but no visible fish. Things were slow, until I cracked a beer, gave a sip to dad/river, then somehow went 3-9 in two holes, in less than an hour. I feel like I hooked everything that was in those holes. It all happened quickly. Bite after bite, even had 3 in 3 drifts, then nothing. The noodle rod was not what I was used to, but after a several good battles, I got a few to net. Either way, it looks like it’s winding down around the southwest part of the state. But really, get out there, and fish with your dad, your kids, whoever makes you happy. Make some memories, and catch some fish.