The past three days have been as good as it gets. With repeated cycles of pounders of Metolius grog, sore as hell quads, and torched cheeks (facial and butt), we couldn't be happier. My boys at The Riffle Fly Shop gave me the lowdown. The Crooked hasn't been flowing regularly for a while and it's best to focus on the south. So, I'm packin' up the Yukon Jack and Bailey's and dunking my junk in the Fall tomorrow. Size 22 is the play.