I would like to have gone Wed. but I had a job interview. Not exactly engineering, but sales. At least it's sales of outdoor equipment. Today is cloudy not sunny as it was supposed to be. I did some pole shed cleaning and got rid of the leaves on the drive before heading out. After all, hoppers don't move real early in the morning. I got good news at the station in Bloomington, one of the local farmers was saying that he scraped 5 pounds of hoppers off his radiator after just an hour in the field. The water was a bit high, maybe 6 inches and only a bit turbid. I parked just east of the spring and picnic table and went down stream past the barn. I don't do well in this area, but I usually at least miss a nice one. After lots of casting and nothing I did do my usual. I hooked up, but only for a few seconds. Felt like a 12 incher. I did get 2 scales indicating that I had foul hooked it. I had missed several. The appear to be trying to drown the hopper with their body before grabbing it. The two pools above the spring yielded nothing, but the next provided two browns 10 and 12 inches. Since the hopper was not dong as well as hoped for I switched to a beetle. Worked up through my nemesis area missing two and getting one brown of typical size. I'm doing better on this stretch, normally I just scare them not miss them. My favorite hole produced nothing though. The next hole too provided only a miss. There were two fish rising in the next pool, the first rises I had seen other than to my fly. Several casts produced nothing so I switched to a hopper. Being in a hurry, I settled for a clinch knot rather than an improved clinch. First cast produced a nice strike and I left the fly with it. So much for not taking time. Tied on another hopper and got the brown at the top of the hole.  I worked into the next pool slowly, working the undercuts at the tail. When I got up further I cast straight into the heart of the still water, twitched twice and whoosh, had a very nice fish on for 10 seconds. Biggest fish I've ever lost on the BG. Not like the regular fish that sound like a two pound rock thrown into the water. This sounded like a twenty pound rock rolling into the water. Put a nice bow in the 4wt. Nothing else in this hole. Got two more browns out of the next hole, which in spring looks allot bigger. it is now a channel with lots of weeds filling the sides of the hole. They used the weeds well, but I got them both in. The next set of runs and riffles produced nothing and I got hung up twice trying to get in under the willow overhang at the next thing that could be called pool. I had gotten sprinkled on several times so far and the skies were getting darker so I started back. I fished the hopper in two of the holes I had only tried the beetle in before and got three more browns which I quick released by holding their heads up right away. Since it looked like the sprinkles were getting worse I headed for the car. I drove towards Borah, but was turned away by increasing rain. So I settled for four hours of fishing. Not a bad day on a stream that gives me fits most trips.