I awoke this morning with my heart racing, startled by a dream of a grizzly chasing my wife and I. I bumped my head getting into my car and banged my knee climbing out. I fished with a couple great guys on the Lower Sac on a day we hoped and expected to be epic. We witnessed an epic hatch but couldn’t solve it. In the evening I attended the monthly meeting of the Shasta Trinity Fly Fishers were I was the featured speaker and tyer. The topic was the Klamath River which I know intimately and fish and guide as much as anyone. While the presentation went reasonably well and several members commented that they learned a lot, it was not one of my more stellar performances :>( When I awoke the next morning the meaning of my dream dawned on me. Somedays I eat the bear and somedays the bear eats me.