The unaware caddis skittered playfully across the waters surface, only to avoid the crashing rise of a hungry brown trout. Thankful to be free, the surprised bug decided to head for the shelter of the far bank, for what could only be described as a "timeout" from such dangerous behavior. But with the brown trout still ravenous, my flies found the inside seem drifting effortlessly towards the still hungry salmonid. This caddis, my caddis, would not be so lucky.
The hour or two spent on a local river was a much needed break from work and the sweltering heat. Montana awaits, and I couldn't think of a better send off.