A Diet of Worms

A defense of the San Juan Worm in two variations

The big rainbow made three runs to the center of the river and three times I felt the backing knot bump the stripping guide. I'd been fighting similar fish all afternoon and my wrist eventually seized in place with painful cramps. (Yeah, I know--life is hard.) The river had risen markedly throughout the day, due to increased releases at the dam upstream. I looked behind me for slack water where I could net the fish, and discovered that the river now covered my lunch rock and was nearly lapping at my camera, which was sitting on a boulder. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.