I headed up into my local hills. It’s monsoon season now and thanks to an amazing snowpack, I’m fishing well after what is usually considered prime time.
It’s a drive in, followed by a decent stretch of the legs to find a chute that will drop you into this..
It started slow with a cicada pattern from last week’s session with buddies. A quick re-tie to a Chernobyl Ant was all it took for an sweet day on the 1wt.
This water is Brown Town- cookie cutter 10” fish, with an occasional 12-15” thrown in. Occasionally, as in maybe 1 out of every 75-100 fish, you’ll get a holdover bow washed down from a lake about 7 miles up. No adipose, and a tail that looks like meth personified.
But today.... A wild, fat, healthy Bow graced me with its presence.
A 2 species day is the exception in this water. A 3 species day is uncharted territory. I’ve never seen a native Rio Cutt this low, and was shocked when this fella came up. The color is just amazing. His being in this drainage bodes well for their territory.
And a 4 species day? I couldn’t piece that together if I tried. And yet, a Rio Chub whacked a fly. Very strange, indeed.
I decided to pull the plug early. The clouds were darkening, and I figured I’d already had a near mythical morning. So, on the last pool, just to add an exclamation point to the session, this fella put a hard bend on the feather stick.
Sometimes it just works when you’re solo.
180 Degrees South