Three weeks after my father-in-law's heart attack, he was back on the river today at Metcalf Bottoms. We moved a lot of spawning brown, but none were agitated enough to strike. Regardless of actually catching fish, it was great to see him wading around with his awkward cast and the uncanny knack of catching something when no one else does. Except for today; the skunkage attacks. Glad to have you back on the river, Scott!