After Saturday morning’s dramatic finish, I spent the remainder of Saturday and Sunday fishing for bass with my three boys and father at our campground.
<span style="font-weight: bold">Monday, June 22nd </span>
I popped out of bed Monday morning and was super pumped to get to the stream and start fishing. When I reached my destination, it was still too dark to start fishing. Still thinking that something has to be up with this section, I drove up and down the surrounding roads to make sure I wasn’t missing any obvious posted signs. I didn’t run into any near the stretch of stream I planned on fishing, so I proceeded with my plan.
I couldn’t resist the urge and started off at the same pool that I ended at on Saturday. My first cast and I have a fish on. I could tell almost immediately it was much, smaller than the stockers I was bringing to hand on Saturday.
I was surprised to land a wild brown from this pool considering all the commotion from a couple of days before. After I released this trout, I proceeded to catch 3 more stocked brookies and a smaller wild brown before finally making my way upstream.
The action was superb from the start. Instead of landing out-of-place stockers, I was hauling in wild brown trout at a pretty good pace.
The stream had all the desirable “trouty spots” that trout fisherman crave.
The only native that I landed during the outing.
After about an hour and a half of decent fishing, I hit a dead end. Lying across the flowing stream was a downed tree with a brand new “posted and patrolled” sign. Luckily there was a decent trail to follow out. When I reached my starting point, I just had to throw a few more casts into the now “infamous” pool. The pool didn’t disappoint and I brought an additional 3 stocked brookies to hand before calling it a day.
There was no better way to end the extended weekend than with a pounder and grilled chicken.