Well, finally got the new raft in the water today. Put in around 9:45am (later than I wanted) and floated from Red's to Roza. Holy hell, the bikini hatch was in FULL FORCE today...more on this later. I took a buddy and my son Sebastian and I rowed all day. We threw hoppers of every variety and had good success with pretty much all of them. I noticed the more neutral colors seemed to work a bit better though. The Morrish hopper was probably the best in tan, but did well with pink too. For whatever reason though, my buddy was having a bit of trouble "sealing the deal" and couldn't hook easily 75% of the fish that rolled on his fly. Some of these mind you were HOGS and did the slow sip porpoise gig. I think he was a bit too quick on the draw and ended up pulling the fly out of their mouths. Towards the end of our float however, he was slowing down (probably due to heat exhaustion) and started hooking up. My son did great too as this was really his first real fishing trip. Normally he just goes and hangs out (I don't push him to fish), but this time he pursued fishing and even had a few pretty awesome takes. Proud papa here! So back to the bikini hatch story...was below slab, right before Peg's hole and saw a guy in the water get separated from the floatilla, but wasn't a big deal as he was running on the rocks in the middle of the river. It wasn't until it started getting deeper and he started yelling, "I can't swim!!", that I realized how serious it was. I kicked it into high gear, spun the boat around and put in work to get down stream to him. I began yelling at him to relax and try to float and grab the raft rope when I get close. As I got about 10 feet from him, he began to bob. When he came back up he grabbed the rope...I asked him if he was okay and he said yes and then proceeded to let go...down he went again. He came up again and I pulled my oar out of the horn and stuck it at him, he clamped on fast. I brought him to the side of the boat and then could see, he was wearing denim! I instructed him to NOT LET GO as I rowed downstream to his "friends" awaiting his return. Once i got him to them, they casually say, "thanks...".............and that was it! If I wasn't so tired, I would have made it much more well known how dissatisfied I was. I pulled over to take a breather and my son goes, "Dad, that probably wouldn't have happened if he was wearing a life jacket." So, let this be a lesson, sometimes 8 year olds are smarter than adults. Anyway, if we were fishing for idiots, it would have been an epic day, but turns out it was just an awesome first day with the new raft. Here's Sebastian ready at the launch.