I got one. Dan lost a real monster. Sean lost a beauty as well.
The most vivid memory of this trip was Zach being in a snag in a tree. When he fell in the momentum of his falling pulled his fly out of the tree. The trooper that he is, Zach went to the pavillion, changed his boots, and fished out the day. We teased him about dislodging a fly the hard way. Almost as bad as when Sean and I went down at Erie.
The other was Dan losing the monster palamino he hooked. Bummer. But, another day is coming.