Stana Claus
05-02-2011, 06:44 PM
Since our trip last Tuesday got cut short because of weather concerns, whitefeather and I got back together Sunday to try again. We started back where we left off on the previous trip and proceeded upstream from there. We finally got up above the warpaints and started getting into some trout, but most of what we caught were still pretty small. Sorry, no pictures since I didn't catch anything I thought to be picture worthy. Maybe whitefeather will post his when he gets back home and has access to a computer.
I did manage to raise what looked like some nice sized fish, and even hooked a few that would have been at least in the 6" to 8" range, but somehow they all managed to slip the hook before I could bring them to hand. And, needless to say, I completely whiffed on a whole bunch more. Like Ian said the other day, I shouldn't be surprised when the trout eats my fly because if I didn't think there would be a trout in that spot, why'd I put the fly there to begin with. But for some reason, I'm still just a touch slow on pulling the trigger. Oh, well. I guess more practice is in order.
Anyway, we fished our way up the main branch until we hit a spot where we couldn't go any further upstream without bushwhacking our way back up to the trail, but we decided to backtrack to one of the tribs we had passed and give it a go instead. Boy, was that ever a good idea. It turned out to be some of the nicest water I've come across yet. Didn't catch a whole lot of them, but I did manage to raise two or three fish from each run before moving on to the next one, so there are definitely fish in there. Now I can hardly wait for the next opportunity to go back and see if I can actually bring some to hand.
All in all, it was a nice day spent on the water with good company. It was good to share the creeks with a new fishing buddy, and to find some great looking new-to-me places to fish. I'll look forward to doing it again sometime.
I did manage to raise what looked like some nice sized fish, and even hooked a few that would have been at least in the 6" to 8" range, but somehow they all managed to slip the hook before I could bring them to hand. And, needless to say, I completely whiffed on a whole bunch more. Like Ian said the other day, I shouldn't be surprised when the trout eats my fly because if I didn't think there would be a trout in that spot, why'd I put the fly there to begin with. But for some reason, I'm still just a touch slow on pulling the trigger. Oh, well. I guess more practice is in order.
Anyway, we fished our way up the main branch until we hit a spot where we couldn't go any further upstream without bushwhacking our way back up to the trail, but we decided to backtrack to one of the tribs we had passed and give it a go instead. Boy, was that ever a good idea. It turned out to be some of the nicest water I've come across yet. Didn't catch a whole lot of them, but I did manage to raise two or three fish from each run before moving on to the next one, so there are definitely fish in there. Now I can hardly wait for the next opportunity to go back and see if I can actually bring some to hand.
All in all, it was a nice day spent on the water with good company. It was good to share the creeks with a new fishing buddy, and to find some great looking new-to-me places to fish. I'll look forward to doing it again sometime.