Post by Petey on Mar 13, 2007 21:36:37 GMT -5
Got a call from Marmot last night. Wanted to know if I wanted to go fishing. I was like that is cool but..... I have to work. He said for me to call in sick. That sounded good til the wife reminded me of one time I played sick with Marmot and went golfing on a nice early March day some years ago. Well to make a long story short, I went to work the next day sunburned. That went over real well to say the least.
I knew I didn't have a lot on my plate at work and if I played my cards right I could probably go in and get somethings cleared and out of the way. Make a couple of calls to some architects to stall them a bit, give them something to chew on and then make a dash. Which is what I did. I met up with Marmot right at 11:30 after a couple of stops. He was already there with a line in the water.
The action started off slow. We picked up few here or there as we went but nothing really consistent. I took the water temp and it was 46. A reminder that technically it is stil winter. The fact we have had no rain in sometime, made the water clear as gin and easy to spook. I spooked up two browns that went well over 12". Probably in the 14-15" range if I had to guess. One was laying at the bottom of a pool about 12' deep, at first I thought it was a stick at the bottom. It wasn't moving at all. Then I took a step onto the edge of the pool and it was gone. Like a ghost. That is when I figured out that was no stick. The next one occured at sweet cut just on the down river side of a beaver dam. I had gotten a couple of strikes and missed a decent size bow out of it (freaking fish ran right at me after I hooked it). So I made a cast to get the fly as tight into the run as I could. My dropper hooked a tree that was laying just above the water across the creek. I yanked once, twice and finally a third time. The third yank worked but my line splashed the water pretty good. That is when the second brown came bolting out heading down river. It got beside me and kicked into another gear. All I could do was wonder what could have been had that cast been a half a foot shorter. I would have dredged that run and probably would have had a pic of a nice big ole wild brown. Well, at least that is what I keep telling myself.
Now somehow at this point I managed to screw up my Karma for a good part of the afternoon. I kepty missing fish, I couldn't stay out of trees and I had knot after knot after knot. After about an hour and a half of fustration I finally worked out the kinks and was in business sort of. I decided I would spend my last hour fishing a dry. I got all sort of risers. But couldn't hook but one. I had little bows peppering my poor flies to death. I finally hooked a couple more when I went to a nymph dropper. I figured that between me and the trout the long winter had made us each a bit off.
Marmot on the other hand was having much better luck. He just stuck with his set-up. He dredged the bottom and caught fish after fish.
The afternoon sun also gave us a couple of nice hatches. We had tan caddis, quill gordons and black stoneflies fluttering about. Also saw a wasp and a lady bug, but not so sure I would qualify that as a hatch. Just a couple of insects that must of had Spring fever like Marmot and I.
All in all it was a wonderful afternoon and great way to spend a day away from the office. We pretty much had the entire river to ourselves, the sun on our backs and not a care in the world.
It was blast my friend, thanks for the invite. ;D
Petey
I knew I didn't have a lot on my plate at work and if I played my cards right I could probably go in and get somethings cleared and out of the way. Make a couple of calls to some architects to stall them a bit, give them something to chew on and then make a dash. Which is what I did. I met up with Marmot right at 11:30 after a couple of stops. He was already there with a line in the water.
The action started off slow. We picked up few here or there as we went but nothing really consistent. I took the water temp and it was 46. A reminder that technically it is stil winter. The fact we have had no rain in sometime, made the water clear as gin and easy to spook. I spooked up two browns that went well over 12". Probably in the 14-15" range if I had to guess. One was laying at the bottom of a pool about 12' deep, at first I thought it was a stick at the bottom. It wasn't moving at all. Then I took a step onto the edge of the pool and it was gone. Like a ghost. That is when I figured out that was no stick. The next one occured at sweet cut just on the down river side of a beaver dam. I had gotten a couple of strikes and missed a decent size bow out of it (freaking fish ran right at me after I hooked it). So I made a cast to get the fly as tight into the run as I could. My dropper hooked a tree that was laying just above the water across the creek. I yanked once, twice and finally a third time. The third yank worked but my line splashed the water pretty good. That is when the second brown came bolting out heading down river. It got beside me and kicked into another gear. All I could do was wonder what could have been had that cast been a half a foot shorter. I would have dredged that run and probably would have had a pic of a nice big ole wild brown. Well, at least that is what I keep telling myself.
Now somehow at this point I managed to screw up my Karma for a good part of the afternoon. I kepty missing fish, I couldn't stay out of trees and I had knot after knot after knot. After about an hour and a half of fustration I finally worked out the kinks and was in business sort of. I decided I would spend my last hour fishing a dry. I got all sort of risers. But couldn't hook but one. I had little bows peppering my poor flies to death. I finally hooked a couple more when I went to a nymph dropper. I figured that between me and the trout the long winter had made us each a bit off.
Marmot on the other hand was having much better luck. He just stuck with his set-up. He dredged the bottom and caught fish after fish.
The afternoon sun also gave us a couple of nice hatches. We had tan caddis, quill gordons and black stoneflies fluttering about. Also saw a wasp and a lady bug, but not so sure I would qualify that as a hatch. Just a couple of insects that must of had Spring fever like Marmot and I.
All in all it was a wonderful afternoon and great way to spend a day away from the office. We pretty much had the entire river to ourselves, the sun on our backs and not a care in the world.
It was blast my friend, thanks for the invite. ;D
Petey
