Hook, line, and sinker. Here's the rest of the story, and defending myself. We passed you guys while you were at the gas station. Then when you guys showed up, and saw the TFF sticker, you asked who we were. That was cool, when we realized who we all were. This has happened so many times, for me. That is one reason I like this forum so much, because it IS a community of fishermen. Anyway, we all stayed together, for a while. I didn't think I was hauling a__ down the river, just wanted to keep moving. Many, including Les, would stop and work an area real well. I was doing alright fishing out of the yak, and only got out to portage the low water. Then I realized that I was way far ahead. Yes it was true I had the food, water, and keys for the way home, but I DID stop to feed him, and give him water on many occassions, and I let him get to the truck first, so he could help me drag my yak up that bitch of a hill, after paddling for 11 hours. Oh well, great time, great fishing, great scenery, and meeting new friends. Priceless. Who cares how much gas costs, I'm still goin fishin!!!
THAT WAS MY DRAGGING BEHIND, FOR ONLY A MOMENT!!
Later, the troutbum