Post by Petey on Apr 9, 2012 8:53:30 GMT -5
Took off Saturday afternoon a little after 3pm with a neighbor of mine. He is a dedicated Park fisherman and I told him I would like to tag along for a trip.
Water was still a little high and running fast as we made our way into the park and past Tremont. It was fairly clear though and the weather was absolutely beautiful.
We started fishing about a mile before the turnaround where there are several plunge pools. Wading isn't easiest but the rewards can be if you are able to stick with it.
As the afternoon sun began to set we happened into what we had came for. One of those epic spring hatches where flies of many shapes and sizes are exploding out the water and making their magic all up and down the stream. Trout were rising in the eddy's and along the edges of the main currents. So I did what any self respecting fly fisherman would do. Tied on a double dry rig and proceeded to get eaten alive. Anywhere I was able to find sun on the water I was able to draw a rise. In a couple of pools I was able to draw 10-15 rises before moving on. The problem wasn't the action... it was the hook set. I am not sure if the problem was with me or with them, but for whatever the reason I wasn't able to dial it in. Regardless, I still caught more than I deserved and found myself giggling insanely at the action I was getting. There were times both flies on the water were getting pounded simultaneously. The witching hour only lasted about 45 minutes before the sun faded over the hill top and I could no longer find my dries on the surfarce. I fished ugly till dark and brought a few more to hand, all the time wishing I had 20 more minutes of sun on the water.
Water was still a little high and running fast as we made our way into the park and past Tremont. It was fairly clear though and the weather was absolutely beautiful.
We started fishing about a mile before the turnaround where there are several plunge pools. Wading isn't easiest but the rewards can be if you are able to stick with it.
As the afternoon sun began to set we happened into what we had came for. One of those epic spring hatches where flies of many shapes and sizes are exploding out the water and making their magic all up and down the stream. Trout were rising in the eddy's and along the edges of the main currents. So I did what any self respecting fly fisherman would do. Tied on a double dry rig and proceeded to get eaten alive. Anywhere I was able to find sun on the water I was able to draw a rise. In a couple of pools I was able to draw 10-15 rises before moving on. The problem wasn't the action... it was the hook set. I am not sure if the problem was with me or with them, but for whatever the reason I wasn't able to dial it in. Regardless, I still caught more than I deserved and found myself giggling insanely at the action I was getting. There were times both flies on the water were getting pounded simultaneously. The witching hour only lasted about 45 minutes before the sun faded over the hill top and I could no longer find my dries on the surfarce. I fished ugly till dark and brought a few more to hand, all the time wishing I had 20 more minutes of sun on the water.
