I'm not what you'd call a sports fan, so when we were trying to plan a day on the river chasing steelhead February 4th sounded good to me.

"That's the day of the Super Bowl!" Out of the four of us, Kevin was obviously the only one who didn't have his head in the sand.

Hopes were high, but as the day progressed and the sun broke through the clouds, it ended up being a lot more sitting around bs'ing then fishing.

Finally, we just gave up and called it a day.

Many thanks to Dave for taking pics, as I didn't even break the camera out.



There's always tomorrow...