It was getting late on the Deckers stretch of the S. Platte, and I had not landed a fish yet. Remember a blog post I wrote about not getting skunked in Colorado? http://hopperjuan.blogspot.com/2011/06/deckers-and-north-cat.html It was late in the 4th quarter, not a fish touched, no fish smell on my hands. I was on the 5 yard line, 95 yards to go, the fish were shutting me out all day long and I had only a few minutes left in the day. The sun had set and it was getting cold. I was not going to get skunked. Or at least I hoped I wasn't going to but things were not going my way. I only had one fish on during the day and as it jumped, it was gone. I only saw 3 fish today and that was one of them. As I reached the bridge, I knew I had to change and put on a Woolly Bugger. It was my Hail Mary. It was bugger time. I told my self bugger time should have come at 1:00, not at 3:54. Like Tebow in the 4th quarter, I willed myself a fish. I made a few cast down stream. Nothing, but the previous 2,657 casts had produced nothing either. On the 4th cast, my 4th down, I saw a fish follow. I dropped the rod and stripped. It hit and I finally had a fish on. No skunk today, but the fish certainly got the best of me today. Fish or no fish, I got my ass handed to me today. I couldn't even spook a fish out. I tried. It was just one of those days. I headed home thankful for the one fish, knowing I could go there again tomorrow and have a complete opposite day as I did today. That's just the way it goes some days right?