[report]Drove over the pass to the eastern slope, stopped at several creeks before deciding on this one.
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Nothing doing. Tried streamers, dries, nymphs with and without indicators, no sign of a fish all morning.
Headed back to the cabin for lunch, stopped for a minute to admire the view on the way back over the hill.
Back at the cabin everybody seemed to be content doing whatever they were doing, no need for dad. So I headed out for a few hours to find a creek I had mapped earlier in the week.
I followed a logging road to the bend in the road that the map indicated was closest to the water. Standing outside the truck I could hear the creek but I couldn’t see it. As I walked in the direction of the sound, it occurred to me that I should have paid attention to those squiggly lines on the topo map. I started down the hill and eventually found water about 500 feet below.
The shady spots were still cool in mid-summer.
At the edge of the stream, I saw this guy….
I had loads of ants in my fly box, which I cleverly left in the truck. I had a small container of dries in my shirt pocket, exactly one of which was an ant. So I fished it very carefully. And I dug through a lot of bushes and climbed a couple of trees to keep it.
The first pool appeared to be empty.
My clumsy approach spooked the fish into the tail of it, where I eventually found a few takers, including these.
Almost every pool or riffle offered at least one take, sometimes two. Many came to hand, but at least as many didn't.
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First cast into the shadow under the rock….
…produced this guy, who hit it hard and ran back and forth across the pool fighting like a fish twice his size.
The climb out was no fun, but as I reached the top, this was the payoff.
Back at the cabin some much-needed rehydration that went on for a while...
...after which the view looked like this.
Worth the effort, next time I’ll bring more ants.
"Enjoy every sandwich." -- W. Zevon