Madison Jorle Ranch June 28, 1979 Today we took our lunch and went far upstream to the lower dam on Brett Service land, a mile outside this property. There was some action when we first hit the stream about 10:00 AM but it didn't last long. Carl hooked but lost a fine brownie near the upper cabin just as he got started. The fish was trying to get under a cut bank and Carl apparently hosed him a little too hard. I had a good solid strike from a big brownie and jerked the damn fly right out of his mouth. The total rise was short and casual, and through mid-day there was nothing coming to the fly at all. After a nicer creek-bank lunch at a long way in the hot sun, we started on upstream, arriving at the lower farmer dam. Carl found a deep run above the dam, representing an original stream channel and he started bringing out fat brownies. Kept two for breakfast (16" and 12") and brought them down stream to show me! I was delighted, of course. We fished on through the afternoon with no more action so we went home for a refreshing shower, and some refreshing booze before dinner. It turned out that Maggie had a jassol of her New York friends for dinner (including her doctor) and the meal was a bit stuffy from our viewpoint. Carl sneaked off from the dinner group and went fishing at the Pond. No action at all, he reports. When I had the chance to get away I went home and read Frank O'rahgheade "Fork of the Grizzly".