I got off to a late start, almost too late to make the trip worthwhile.
I'm haunted by some fish, and I keep going back to make a connection with them. They appear to be above average, and I think I know where they are hanging out.
A pair of kingfishers patrol the river, one skimming the surface and its wingman 20 feet above, both chattering their territorial alert. The water is still turbid, a greyish green, with perhaps 18" of visibility. I don't like it. But the fish gotta eat, right? Anyone would think that streamers would be the ticket, right?
I started out nymphing just to get a few fish on the board before switching to streamers. I got a few grabs, but nobody was showing up for my tasty offering. Then I snagged a fallen tree on the far bank and decided to wade across to retrieve it after my roll cast failed to dislodge it. I made note of the depth as it was deeper than I thought, and it gave me a better look at the bottom of that run.
On up to the next several spots, they failed to produce, but I did move a fish at the fourth location. It took an immediate swipe at the fly as it hit the water, it didn't come back to look again.
I took a break and thought about going down to the bottom run as dusk approached, but the thought of wading back up gave me pause and I packed it in with the idea of revisiting a trio of spots on the hike out. I tied on a sex dungeon for the final attempts. It didn't produce.
I heard the Osprey approaching and grabbed the camera and quickly pointed it up and repeatedly pressed the shutter button in an attempt to capture the image as they flew overhead.
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ex "I'm not going to live with you through one more fishing season!"
me "There's a season???"
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