- Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:12 pm
Got out this past weekend for three full days with a great friend, TWiles. We were treated to way above average temps and beautiful clear, water. The theme for this trip was scouting new water. We were not disappointed. First day began with us launching from a primitive ramp, motoring up through some rapids, scouting some nice pools with tons of ledges and structure, and finally settling on some tail-out water. Travis is in the front, I'm in the back. We troll within casting distance of some swirling, foamy water and each lob out our first cast perpendicular to the current. We're stripping the flies and, as I pick my fly up off the water, Travis had a fish come out of nowhere and coil up on his fly right at the boat. Travis stuck her hard, and after a quick fight, we had her in the net. upper 30's. One cast, one fish. Shit. What a start!
We calm ourselves, troll back up, and commence to chucking flies again. I had a nice fish flash on my first retrieve, and after a few minutes had a fish crush my fly on the 8. Again, a few jumps and runs later, the fish was in the net. Taped out at 40". Celebratory beers were had in the morning sun and we enjoyed the rest of what the day offered. Fish hooked, fish followed, but no more slime on the hands.
We camped the next two nights and fished hard for two more days, moving a lot of fish and missing chances that should've ended in netted fish. There was no angst, though, and we headed home late Sunday afternoon with an undying love for these crazy, wreckless bastards. Here's a few freeze frames from the trip.