Marshall had told me he thought we might find some fish hanging on bottom and he was right. When we got there, being ever the gentleman,  he put me in the "right" spot and told me to work that run for it had given him a fish the day before. Then with a smile he headed downriver.

I set to work with my 7-weight rod, a floating line, four feet of leader and some sink putty - I was headed for the bottom.  It was a run about 20 feet long and I decided to start at the top of it and work to the lower end.

After several casts and no strikes or hook-ups with the great ole State of Maine I decided to add a little more sink putty.  Well, that got me the State of Maine. Only Maine really wasn't what I wanted, but I felt I had half the battle won; at least I was at the right depth.

I was short lining it and so had only covered a little section of the run with my earlier casts.  Now I had the feel of the water and knew where I was in the water column - the hunt had started.
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It doesn't show real well in these pictures but that fish just lazily swam away, seemingly, without a care.