A few hours after we parted ways on his birthday, we decided that another trip was in order. We chose the very next day. I like to have a few hours to plan spots to take him, but this was short notice so I whipped together a few places. I took him to the East Branch of the Swift River in Petersham for the first stop. I got to bed at 1am and woke up at 3:47am because I was excited to go. Somehow I fell back asleep and was up at 4:40am when my alarm went off. He arrived at my house a little before 5:00am and we were off. We got to the water at about 6:00am and the fish were active. We saw rising trout everywhere. I stuck to my guns and put on a Parachute Adams and he chose to fish a nymph. My third cast out I landed a brown trout on the surface. This is how a day should start! Little did I know that it was my last fish of the day. As I was retying the fly he fished upstream a little of the pool I caught the fish and he landed two brown’s of his own. He said he landed two, I only saw one. We know how those fish stories grow don’t we. Next week he’ll tell me he landed five. He decided to walk downstream and fish a larger pond area to see if there were any lunkers, there wasn’t. Well, there wasn’t any that wanted what he was offering. I continued to fish around that pool, without any takers. We then headed to another area of the East Branch of the Swift a little farther downstream. We parked close to a closed bridge and fished upstream. This was a great location because it was shaded, quiet, and secluded. I missed a fish when we arrived there, which gave me some false confidence that the dry fly was going to work. He waded upstream and caught another brown behind a large boulder. He cast upstream and when it passed the boulder the trout attacked. The exact spot you’d think the trout would be. I waded up and had no luck on the dry fly, it wasn’t until we turned around to come back that I finally gave up and put on a wooly bugger. I casted out a few times on the way back to the truck but had no takers. In hindsight I should have put on the wooly bugger a few hours after that first fish. When it came down to it the nymph outperformed the dry fly at least 2:1.