We ventured to the wilds of the White Mountain Apache Reservation to try our luck against the wily small mouth bass who live in the Black River. Since it is a short 2 mile backpack hike from the car to base camp, I didn't travel as light as I probably should have. Fish weren't as crazy hungry as other times I've been there. Water flow was too high. That's my excuse why I only caught 24 fish. Good times, except for my sprained ankle. (I fell and thought I had broken it.... I had to pack back out with an injury, no fun) I haven't sprained my ankle like this since highschool.
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the sprained ankle is a total bummer. But I am glad that you all had a good time. Thanks for keeping Justin company while I was gone:)
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