I had a nice breakfast of Quaker Oats and sausage jerky, then hiked up to the spot by the river with my fishing pole.
I spent most of the time untangling line and trying to disengage the hook from my clothing or river vegetation. But I did get a strike, with a couple of seconds of pull, and a splash when I got a shiny glimpse. But then he was gone.
It sprinkled a bit, but all was soon dry again in the warm, dry heat. But I was inspired to set up the rain fly for the tent when I got back to camp.
I also spent some time replenishing my water supply from the river, using the filter system I had brought, which is working out quite well.
After another nice stew and peaches dinner, I went down to a nice place by the river that is right by the campsite and tried to fish a bit more. No luck though.
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