Before I get to that, I tried out a new creek Saturday that is in the middle of town. I am liking it's potential for spring. It hold panfish, bass and catfish.
Unfortunately there were also lots of these...
There was no lack of fishy looking water either. There was a foamy eddy at the bottom right of this pic that I'm sure held fish, but I couldn't get to it because of the current dragging my line out.
I caught one more fish and called it a day. I had a long drive ahead of me, and I needed to hit the road.
This next trip was all about redemption. The last time I was there, I caught one of the famed sulphur hatches the river is known for. It was most certainly a sight to see. However, I only caught one dinky fish out of the dozens rising around me.
Replay from a few months back:
Fast forward to this weekend. I needed to experience this river again. A second chance to put into practice what I learned the last time.
Almost as soon as I got on the road, there was a deluge of rain. I don't know why I was surprised though, that's standard weather when I decide to go on a trip.
I pressed on and hoped the trip wouldn't be a bust. I arrived late, checked into the hotel and tried to sleep. I say "tried" because the anticipation of what the next day held kept me awake for most of the night. No matter how many fishing trips I have been on, and no matter how small any one trip may be, it feels like the night before Christmas every single time.
I arrived to find the water dingy, but not murky, and just a little high.
First few casts produced a nice spawning rainbow. Not what I was targeting, but a nice fish nonetheless.
Fishing was slow, I hooked and lost several more nice rainbows. Finally, I felt a familiar tug on the line.