With all the rain we had earlier in the week, combined with how terrible conditions were for the previous month, and finally the uncertainty of rain in the future, I just had…..HAD….to go fishing again today. I could see the USGS gauges dropping and knew waiting till the weekend wasn’t going to be good enough if I wanted top action. It was now or never so I called in another halfer and hit the stream.
I chose a stream that I hadn’t been to in probably 7-8 years. The first time I ever went there I caught a ton of trout but never went back due to water level timing (I’m picky!). Well, the timing was right today! The fishing was fast from the get go and I had 5 trout in the blink of an eye. After 10 trout in 10 minutes I knew that it was just going to be one of those days. By the end of the first hour I have 48 trout brought to hand. Usually hours like that happen in the middle of the day but this day was fast out of the gates. Things tapered down a little (By those standards at least) but by 8:20 I was already reeling in trout number 100. These are the days I dream of for a weekend or a day that I don’t have to work yet they always seem to happen on days I do haha. The pace kept moving and at 10:50am trout number 200 came to hand. Finally at 11am with 211 trout caught and released it was time to take the long walk back to the truck to get to work in time…….but not before I stopped at Moe’s South West Grille for a delicious ‘Stacker’ lunch haha!! Now that’s the way I like to do it!!
The scenery on this stream is outstanding
And the electric red dot browns aren’t too bad either
But the Brookies are UGLY…….not
Some people have the right idea!! I respected their wishes gladly
And who can get enough pictures of streams and trout!?
Little ones bring a smile to my face…..the future!
And even the walk back was pretty awesome. I found a nice quad trail that provided an excellent path.
During the walk I got a good look at 100's and 100's of dead standing oak trees that succumded to the Gypsy Moth over the past decade in this area. These massive mosters of the forest can withstand summer after summer of onslaught but eventually they can't hang on. It's a pretty sad sight when so many 100+ year old trees die.
I wanted to lie down and take a nap on this moss! It was soft as pillow under foot. Mother nature’s carpet.
All in all a great morning. Think I’ll do it again tomorrow!