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I have been out 5 times so far this spring, but this is the first time I have put a write-up together this year.
Although the air temperature never topped 54 degrees here today, the last few days set me up nicely for a good morning of fishing. The last two days have been over 70 degrees, and it only went down to 52 last night, which did not tank the stream temperatures. I knew I would have a few hours of good fishing before the trout realized the diurnal temperature swing wasn't happening as usual.
Heavy rain kept me off the water until about 9am. The sun peaked out for a while between rain events. I started on a section of water that reminds me of fishing in a post-apocalyptic world.
There is roughly 1/2mile section of stream that was channelized for mining activity about 80 years ago. This section doesn't get fished much because access means descending an 8ft wall for its entire length.
I caught many small 9in brook trout here that all looked strikingly similar and unimpressive, so I am only including one picture of them.
This was the largest fish I caught in the concrete jungle, a 12.5in brown.
I had zero follows on spinners, so being that I basically rappelled down a cliff to get here, I tried trout magnets and was catching them at a regular pace.
I worked up a tributary to this first stream to catch a few natives.
I started with the white bead gold spinner design that I admittedly pirated.
But then, I switched back to trout magnets. This is only the 2nd time I have ever fished this stream, but similar to when I fished it last year, the fish got bigger the further I fished up.
After making my way back down to the main stream, clouds had rolled back in and it was starting to rain. I drove to a different section of stream and went back to the pirated spinner design.
This run beneath a fallen tree was loaded with recently stocked browns. I caught 15 here.
This little trout looks like it took a beating from the hatchery raceway.
This was the heaviest trout of the day, although still only 12in.
Driving across town to get home, I stopped at a festival that was underway to get something to eat. I thought this man dressed as a morel was interesting.
My day ended with 76 trout, as verified by my new "fish counter" which I have with me as I am finishing up here.
I am not sure how long this device will last. It had some condensation on this inside of the display window simply from being in a moist environment, so I brought it inside to dry it out.
Although the air temperature never topped 54 degrees here today, the last few days set me up nicely for a good morning of fishing. The last two days have been over 70 degrees, and it only went down to 52 last night, which did not tank the stream temperatures. I knew I would have a few hours of good fishing before the trout realized the diurnal temperature swing wasn't happening as usual.
Heavy rain kept me off the water until about 9am. The sun peaked out for a while between rain events. I started on a section of water that reminds me of fishing in a post-apocalyptic world.
There is roughly 1/2mile section of stream that was channelized for mining activity about 80 years ago. This section doesn't get fished much because access means descending an 8ft wall for its entire length.
I caught many small 9in brook trout here that all looked strikingly similar and unimpressive, so I am only including one picture of them.
This was the largest fish I caught in the concrete jungle, a 12.5in brown.
I had zero follows on spinners, so being that I basically rappelled down a cliff to get here, I tried trout magnets and was catching them at a regular pace.
I worked up a tributary to this first stream to catch a few natives.
I started with the white bead gold spinner design that I admittedly pirated.
But then, I switched back to trout magnets. This is only the 2nd time I have ever fished this stream, but similar to when I fished it last year, the fish got bigger the further I fished up.
After making my way back down to the main stream, clouds had rolled back in and it was starting to rain. I drove to a different section of stream and went back to the pirated spinner design.
This run beneath a fallen tree was loaded with recently stocked browns. I caught 15 here.
This little trout looks like it took a beating from the hatchery raceway.
This was the heaviest trout of the day, although still only 12in.
Driving across town to get home, I stopped at a festival that was underway to get something to eat. I thought this man dressed as a morel was interesting.
My day ended with 76 trout, as verified by my new "fish counter" which I have with me as I am finishing up here.
I am not sure how long this device will last. It had some condensation on this inside of the display window simply from being in a moist environment, so I brought it inside to dry it out.
