Frank and Glenn whip up a mighty fine breakfast: bacon n' eggers on toasted onion rolls with campfire coffee. Bonus camping feature of this meal: no plates or cutlery required! After brekky, I decide to try a streamer in the pool just down from our island, and am rewarded with a nice 'bow. We have seen a lot of Golden Stone husks around, and we find a couple of adults on the water this morning. Glenn, being a clever fellow, ties on a Golden Stone-type pattern, and tries the grassy bank across the side channel. Half an hour later, and Glenn has caught and released four or five fine trout, all taking the dry with gusto. After Glenn has had his fill of molesting the campsite trout, we head off downstream. It's a fine sunny day with little wind; not the best conditions for the dry fly enthusiast, but my fishing partners do their best to hunt down a few risers. For the day, I take the fun outta half a dozen fish, altho touching only two. Half on BRB, half on nymphs, either SJW or stonefly nymph. Lose/snap off a couple of very nice fish. Frank and Glenn catch their usual fair share of fish. As the day wears on, the fish go for a snooze, as do Glenn and I. Later in the afternoon, the driftboat armada that had launched in the city starts to catch up, and the river gets pretty busy. Lots of fun floaters out as well... it is Stampede Week after all. We're at McKinnon's Flats by 5:30 or so. Frosties at Wendy's in Airdrie for the ride home.