nvr2L8
04-01-2009, 08:28 PM
OK, Pete is probably too much of a gentleman to talk about our fishing trip today so I'll try to do it justice.
First of all, it was a perfect Spring day. Air temp got up to 73, water temp up to 55, clear blue skies, and bugs everywhere on a beatufilly running Middle Prong at the Tremont Institute. Couldn't ask for a better day. We put into the water around 11:30 at the first pulloff after the blacktop ends. I went down stream a ways and Pete got in ahead of me. I tried a variety of different flies (several dries, a Quill Gordon dry with a QG emerger in tow, nymphs) but the majority of the action appeared to be on dries - trout popping up out of their hiding places all over and banging at the dries. Problem is there were no takers.
When I caught up with Pete, I had hooked one that got away but no catches. Pete, on the other hand, had caught six and lost two. He shared a really nice Caddis with me and I took the lead on the next leg. I caught one fairly soon (dropped it before I could get a picture) and lost another. By the time Pete caught up, he had caught another six. Tally at this point, Pete twelve, Charlie one.
Pete leapfrogged and gave me another of his magic Caddis flies and the trout continued to rise to the fly but no takers. When we finally quit for the day, Pete had caught "a couple more" and I was still stuck with my one. I'm blaming the day on the Buddy Curse, i.e., two guys go fishing and one slays while the other is slain. I certainly can't be that I really just suck that bad.
All in all, it was a day on the river for me and not at work; for Pete a day of smashing success on Middle Prong. Oh well, there's still a lot of April left and it can only get better.
First of all, it was a perfect Spring day. Air temp got up to 73, water temp up to 55, clear blue skies, and bugs everywhere on a beatufilly running Middle Prong at the Tremont Institute. Couldn't ask for a better day. We put into the water around 11:30 at the first pulloff after the blacktop ends. I went down stream a ways and Pete got in ahead of me. I tried a variety of different flies (several dries, a Quill Gordon dry with a QG emerger in tow, nymphs) but the majority of the action appeared to be on dries - trout popping up out of their hiding places all over and banging at the dries. Problem is there were no takers.
When I caught up with Pete, I had hooked one that got away but no catches. Pete, on the other hand, had caught six and lost two. He shared a really nice Caddis with me and I took the lead on the next leg. I caught one fairly soon (dropped it before I could get a picture) and lost another. By the time Pete caught up, he had caught another six. Tally at this point, Pete twelve, Charlie one.
Pete leapfrogged and gave me another of his magic Caddis flies and the trout continued to rise to the fly but no takers. When we finally quit for the day, Pete had caught "a couple more" and I was still stuck with my one. I'm blaming the day on the Buddy Curse, i.e., two guys go fishing and one slays while the other is slain. I certainly can't be that I really just suck that bad.
All in all, it was a day on the river for me and not at work; for Pete a day of smashing success on Middle Prong. Oh well, there's still a lot of April left and it can only get better.