Jedi Jack

As most of you know Dry Run Creek is a very special place to me. Tuesday I got the chance to go up to the creek with my good friend Frank and his son Jack. Jack was born into the sport. "His mom was rowing drift a boat guiding while he was still in the womb" Frank says. Jack is twelve years old and can cast a tight loop and understands how to create the perfect dead drift better than most grown men. We got lucky and had the creek all to ourselves. The fish had no pressure and with a perfect presentation would eat every time. Maybe the first fish out of the gate was a 20 inch brown, followed by tons of smaller cut's and bow's. After lunch we picked out a couple of big boys to target. These fish came back to back...I am still high off of the rush of netting these two beautiful fish...Well played Jack. Well played.