I went out to streamer fish today, mainly because I've been missing that sort of activity. I should have just waited for the impending nocturnal visit to the Farmington. The water was painfully low but still cold enough to keep the trout happy. I covered a lot of water and did catch some fish.
I got one smallmouth on Galloup's Boogy Man, a pair of brookies on Steve Coulten's Deep Threat, and a leopard spotted brown and a brooky on an olive woolly bugger.
But there was one event that made the rest of the day less good. I went to step down a clay embankment, very carefully placing my first step on a flat gravelly step, then less carefully jumping down to what looked like flat ground with plenty of grip. Under a layer of sand and dry mud was slippery clay, and my feet shot out from under me and I slammed my knee on a rock and my chin in the gravel. My head spun and I looked down to see the mud on my knee turning red as it mixed with blood. But it wasn't until five minutes after I got myself back up that I realized my rod tip was broken in four places. That made things just so much worse. To unimprove things more, on the way home I got brief headaches accompanied by dizziness and exhaustion, so I must have been concussed.
So I'll be using a borrowed rod all week, I'll need to spend money I don't want to spend on a new rod, and I lost a lot of fishing time. What a crappy day.