Our routine weekend float started out just like it always does. A visit with Brooke and Matine at the fly shop as we head south to hit up our favorite stretch for fishing and finding sweet rocks. About half way between Carbella and Point of Rocks we came across a bull elk...he seemed to have lost his herd but didn't really seem to mind. He was spending his day on the river just like we were. Being the second day of bow season G was bummed that he didn't have his bow; and I thought it was pretty funny that the first bull we see a season is on a day we chose to fish!