Angling in the Month of May
Normally I fish as much as possible when the month of May arrives, but due to heavy (and much needed) rain in many areas, I didn’t venture out until the 8th. Normally with all the rain in the forecast, I would have stayed home, but was tired of the inactivity. I left early in the morning to head to a remote stream that might provide great action, provided it wasn’t too high. Upon arrival, the stream could be heard inside the car with the windows down, but I got out anyway to take a look.
High, fast water in first stream visited
It was even higher than when I fished it last year, so it was off to a nearby, but smaller stream. That stream was lower but still very high. It was flowing so fast that I knew that fishing it would entail hitting some of the flatter, calmer sections and then walking up to the next one, which meant more walking than fishing, so it was back to the vehicle to head to the next stream.
More high water
It was a little further away, so I hoped it was lower. The main stream was too high, but one of its tribs looked fishable in the upper reaches. There was one problem. A truck was parked there. My guess was that it was either a turkey hunter or an angler. It turned out to be a fly fisher, so I drove to another tributary. It was high but fishable. The air temperature was only in the low 50s so in the deeply shaded hollow, it was likely the run was only in the high 40s, so I decided to head to yet another stream and possibly return later.
A friend suggested a couple of streams which have a lot of spring influence, so I headed there. The first stream was high and while not muddy, was off color. Only one trout followed the spinner in the lower section, so after trying multiple lures without any action, I skipped much of the deep slow water. Finally, a trout struck but I missed the hookset. A little while later, an 11 inch wild brown became my long awaited first trout of the day. When no other trout showed any interest in the spinner, it was removed for a small plug. While retrieving it through a bend pool, a dandy brown rolled up and took. It measured 15 ½ inches.
15 1/2 inch Brown
A few minutes later, a 10 ½ inch brown smashed the plug and popped clear of the surface once. Another trout hit, but threw the plug in mid-air. There was more action in those few minutes than I’d had in the previous hour plus, but as I came to a tributary, it was much shallower, so the plug was removed in favor of a small spinner. That paid off as a nice brown pursued it, then turned. My hookset was true, and resulted in landing a 13 ½ incher. Minutes later, a single jumping 9 ½ inch brown was added. Next came an 11 incher, then another 9 incher. After a break in the action, a beautiful 14 incher grabbed the spinner. That was followed by a small trout that hit and leaped to its freedom. A little further upstream, a double bounding 12 incher was released.
Deeply yellow brown trout
It had started to rain, but for whatever reason, I’d left my rain jacket in the car. I ignored the rain but as it came down harder, I took shelter under a bridge for about 20 minutes until it let up. The next several sections surprisingly yielded nothing. A promising looking spot produced only an 8 inch brown. The sky looked very threatening and I knew there wasn’t much time left to fish. At the top of a stretch, a surprise 17 ¼ inch brown zoomed out and blasted the spinner. As I measured and released the beauty, thunder boomed and it was time to get out of there.
17 1/4 inch brown trout
I got very wet walking back to where my bike was left. Fortunately, there was some shelter where I could remove my waders and stay dry because the skies let loose. I waited almost an hour for it to subside, then rode back to my vehicle. The rain started to pick up again as the bike was loaded onto the rack. I wanted to fish some more, but was positive that everything was going to be high and muddy. A drive to two different streams confirmed that belief so I headed for home.
Due to all the running around, I only got to fish for 3 ½ hours and caught only 11 wild browns. The size was good, with all being at least 8 inches and five at a foot or more. The largest were 17 ¼, 15 ½, and 14 inches. I walked 4.5 miles on the day. Hopefully the rain will slow down and the stream levels will fall to fishable levels.
A Rare Saturday Outing
Some streams that have been long time favorites have been very low, precluding me from the fishing them. One stream got hammered by rain recently. In watching the gauge, I figured that it would drop into the fishable range on Sunday. It fell more quickly than anticipated, so I went to fish it before it dropped too far. The level was still elevated and the starting water temperature was only 55. It was a strange outing for that stream. I often catch lots of small trout in the riffles and shallow water there. Not this time. There were long periods of little activity, followed by bursts of action.
After catching 7 trout the first hour, I went back to my vehicle to put a Gatorade in my backpack. Two fly fishermen had pulled in behind me and were preparing to hit the stream. We talked for a few minutes and I walked upstream a good ways and skipped a section I’d normally fish to provide them with a stretch of unfished water.
The second hour was even better with 12 trout. For some reason, the next two hours were much slower, with only 5 and 6 trout, respectively. Four deer crossed the stream ahead of me.
The action picked up in the next hour, with 10 trout landed. I took the water temperature again, which was 59 degrees. I picked up 9 more trout in the next 45 minutes before making a detour up a tiny tributary for ½ hour. I only caught two trout in the trib before heading back to the mainstem. The last ¾ hour was productive, with 8 more trout landed, with 3 on successive casts at one point. Though tempted to keep on going, I walked back to where I’d stashed my bike and rode to my vehicle.
The day yielded 61 trout, all of which were wild browns. The largest trout was 13 inches. All trout except two hit spinners, the others were caught on a small plug. The size distribution was as follows:
Every so often, I keep track of how many hook points were embedded in the trout’s jaw. Today was one such day.
Only one trout had three hooks in its mouth. All trout were released quickly and easily.
I saw goslings on the creek for the first time this year, with lots to follow. Also saw five deer cross the stream.
One other note: most of the trout’s bellies were hard and many were bulging. It was obvious they had taken advantage of the abundant food in the stream from the heavy rain.
A picture of a hat given to me by a friend. It's for the brown trout detractors out there. Love those brown trout!!