80 degrees partly cloudy.
I could have stopped after catching this fish. After struggling and failing to hook a fish working a different run, which I’m puzzled by at the current flows, I moved on down to the usual spot. The bugs are gone and I’m starting to think sink tips and streamers. I had hiked in on the trail and stopped at the first rapid past the creek, sliding down the steep bank, I’ll worry about climbing out later. After about 30 minutes, losing flies and retying leader I headed to where I thought I got in. Nope, not there, couldn’t find my red cooler on the bank, I had passed it and had to double back, but when I tried to climb that bank I realized that I would have to find an easier slope to get out. Down at the usual while working the run I noticed an angler upstream at the spot where the tiny branch comes in. There was another person hiking down the trail. People!
Not the best images of this fish but I was having a photo fish flub day.
The couple had hiked in below me and were headed on to the big hole. The man was fishing, the women was carrying a rod, but I never saw her cast, come to think of it, I once saw the man switch rods with her and continued fishing with that rod. She didn’t’ look comfortable wading. Later in the evening as they were coming back upstream, I thought that they might pass by and get on the trail, and I was going to ask them how they had done, but they must have cut up to the tracks.
The browns look like they are coloring up and caught a good number during the afternoon.
The Leinenkugel Oktoberfest is crisp and light, drinkable but not inspiring. Thin and watery with a malty bread aroma.
Back at the lot I met the Audi driver with the euro tag “24 BWO 8X”, he’s from High Point and has been fishing the river for 35 years, “I’ve seen it all”, he stated, when I asked how long he had been fishing the river. He was wet wading and likes to fish the flat water behind the field. With the higher flows, he’s now switched to 7x. He also remarked that he had seen the couple and that the women didn’t look comfortable on the hike in. What was it that Mudwall said about taking wives and girlfriends fishing?
I stopped for my mackerel dinner on the way home.
Forgot to mention that I may have underestimated my trail blazing ability, as much as I thought I whacked, the lower part of the trial, which twist and turns isn't as discernable as I thought. It could still use some more machete work.
Also finished listening to Brown Dog and went back to The Orvis Fly-Fishing Podcast for my drive.