As I sat on a grass hill Saturday night waiting for the fireworks with my family (and thousands of other people), I couldn’t help but think about how I was going to get almost no sleep that night. The fireworks finally started around 9:50 and I think I fell asleep around 12:30…
I was a bit slow getting out of bed Sunday morning. I had my target stream picked, but I was a bit nervous of what I would find once I got there. Most of the streams in the area were still fast, high, and practically unfishable. When I arrived, I found a stream that was flowing just right!
This stream has two distinct sections. The bottom half is mostly browns with some brookies mixed in and the top half is all brookies. I have only done so-so on the bottom half, but the bottom half has been known to produce a wild tiger trout every so often. As I’m still chasing my first wild tiger trout and don’t fish a lot of ‘mixed’ streams, I opted to start on the bottom half. The fishing was fast and the action was great, the ‘catching’ part on the other hand… not so much.
After 45 minutes, I had only brought 4 wild browns and 1 native brookie to hand. Had I landed every trout that attacked my spinner, I would have been close to 30.
After a ‘long release’ on my umpteenth trout, I decided to head straight to the upper half out of pure frustration. That would prove to be my best move of the day. The fishing (and catching) was superb on the upper half. I was bringing the majestic colored brookies to hand at an awesome pace.
The only issue I had going for me this day was time. My wife wanted to get a 10 mile run in before lunch, which meant I had to start the 45 minute hike back to my car by 8:45. I never fully enjoy fishing when I have a time crunch, but it was certainly hard not to bask in excitement the way the brookies were coming to hand this morning.
I came upon a huge pool with that used to have several downed trees running across it. With the majority of these trees gone from the pool, I was able to fish some of the deeper sections. One of my first casts yielded this hard fighting native.
The next cast and I felt the old familiar thump and knew I had another decent brookie on the line.
My very next cast saw my line running before I could even trip the bail. This trout was trying to run for a few branches at the bottom of the pool, but I was able to muscle him out of the structure and bring him to hand for a quick picture.
As I continued upstream, the fishing seemed to be getting better and better. However, I found that I was now checking my watch at a near frantic pace.
Must be a stockie as its fin is worn to a nub.
Before I knew it, and way before I hit any slow water, it was time to make my way back to my car. In 2 hours of fishing the ‘upper section’, I brought to hand 55 trout in addition to the 5 trout I had caught in the lower section.
When I got back to our camper, my three boys wanted to go out on a row boat. My oldest son brought his rod and hooked (and landed) a beauty of a bass on a plastic lizard. The look on his face was probably very similar to mine as I wrapped up my Sunday morning fishing.