Gained a new found love for the Gunpowder this past weekend. My buddy Danny and I fished for 2 days on the river and a couple tribs. We caught a lot of fish but Danny was the high man on the totem poll running through the river like a Russian fish trawler and even bagging a grand slam. The greenie weanie was THE fly and if you flipped over any rocks you would see why. Caddis! and lots of them. Sucks one of my friends made a pact with God to never fish here again, the best is yet to come of the GP this summer. Hopefully I’ll get up in the cut and get some brownies next weekend.