off we started down the merry brick...err, grassy...err, volumetrically wet roadways...and a flogging the lads went as we entered the roost-about favored locale...

that said and as shown in the non rolled over image, when we hit round the actual Isle of MEGA we found that the water gods had been shedding quite a tear over the past several weeks...the Isle was completely impassable, deeper than it had ever been and only traversable by armored submarine as anything on top would have been taken by the gator who left sizeable trail at the water's edge...

as the rolled over image shows, even the exit path of this part of the site required sending newly deposited fluids and fish into the ether as Jack so adeptly demonstrates with his throttle pinned...this was the greatest fair of water we had ever seen, giving us that fish out of water feel...then again, nothing quite like having that fish out of water feel to a professional fly fishing guide, eh Jack...?...

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