The day was Friday April 8, 2005. My two favorite fly fishing friends were ready to set out with me to create an amazing day that we will linger with us, both the good and bad happenings of the day.My grandpa, from New Mexico, was in Wyoming for our annual fly fishing trip. Last year this was the trip when we had caught the big browns and we couldn’t wait to see how this year would unfold. The only difference this year was instead of my other grandpa being with us my dad came. That was enough to make it a great day. Just having the two people in my life that brought me to love fly fishing so much and having the whole day to spend with them. We set out, and from the get go we were hooking fish. Grandpa was the first to hook up, not a 100 ft from the boat ramp. A nice bow that fell on an orange egg pattern. We were using bright colored flies due to the fact that the rainbows were in full spawn. We continued hooking fish and swapping rowing jobs. We switched after every 2 fish caught. Now my grandpa is a pretty sly dog and he likes to make it seem like he would like to row, but he really doesn’t. So he was up to rowing and after we went from one side of the river to the other, spun around 3 times, and a close encounter with the local vegitation on the banks, grandpa was finished rowing. We teased that if we got into some real moving water we might have been in trouble. When fly fishing with my dad and grandpa we came up with alot of ideas as to why the fish weren’t feeding. It seemed that every time grandpa had a cigar in his mouth we were catching fish and when he didn’t it came to a stop. So lets just say we were happy he bought 2 packs of cigars. The day was full of many events. We were coming up on a shallow gravel bar and I rowed to a deeper run next to it. As we fished by I noticed several streaks go by. Look at all the fish! It was a spawning bed and the fish were covering it. Small fish and fish as big as your arm. It was truly an amazing experience for all of us. We stayed of the spawning beds that day, but caught many fish in the runs below them. So if we weren’t catching fish we could at least see them. We were going through a trout hole where I knew fish held and we were all looking at all the fish lining the shallow water on the banks when all of a son my line began screaming off my real. Then so did Grandpas! We had a double, it was perfect. As the day went on a spring storm was moving in and it hit hard. There were waves as high as the boat and it was time to get out of the river. We waited for a while on the bank and decided we might be able to pull the skiff along the bank to the cliffs where we could get back to fly fishing out of the wind. We made it and kept out of the wind till we reached the end of the cliffs. Thats when it happened, I went to get my dads rod for him and the oar caught the bottom and with all the force broke the oak oar lock out of the gunnel. I managed to catch the oar. The day was looking worse but we were not down. We put the oar back in the other oar lock and continued on. All of us were frustrated but grandpa has a way to make everything alright. I guess we were to mad to notice but the weather had changed and there was no wind. We managed to pull ourselves together and had a beautiful evening on the water. A day that could not have been spoiled no matter what because we were fly fishing. I am just happy that I have my grandpa and dad to do this with and I hope I always will.