And I'm sitting here waking up with my first cup of coffee. Contemplating where to go fishing.
The Fox is down to 3000 cfs, which is tolerable. Haven't seen the clarity, duh, you would think I would just walk down the hill to see.
Mill Creek hasn't come back down to where it was when I was there on Friday. That makes it a nice level, but I'm sure it's muddy.
All the creeks around me that I like to fish are high flowing streams of mud. Checked them all out yesterday. I don't think there's been much improvement in the last 18 hours.
That makes it the Fox. Now it's a matter of urban, where the fish are easier to catch, or a little more remote and rustic looking. Which generally means the fishing will suck.
The coffee hasn't kicked in yet. I'll give it another 20 minutes. My brain can't make decisions correctly without the appropriate amount of caffeine circulating through it.