The other night I caught a fat fourteen inch Brown and had hooked him in the upper jaw. It was a bit of a pain getting the hook out. It was deep twilight, almost dark. The angle was wrong. So it took a bit to get the hook out even with the aid of my head lamp.
As I was fumbling I considered wading to the bank to put down my rod but then I had a moment of
Which brings us to Painfully Obvious Tip™ #7:
When you're wearing hippers you always have a place to store your fly rod.