Sunday, October 24, 2010
Spent some time in September here. I managed to land two browns, one smallie and a bunch of sunfish. What was nice about this trip was what happened. I spoke briefly with a spin fisherman who was working some water I had by-passed. We exchanged small talk about the stream and then went our different ways. I started fishing a small pool and I heard him yelling to me. I turned and listened as he yelled that there was a brown holding under the big rock. I cast out and the fly landed just in front of the big rock. I watched a smallie come over and start to take an interest in it. I figured that this was the fish the spin fisherman was referring to. Before the smallie could get it, a big brown came out from under the rock and inhaled the fly. After landing the fish, I yelled a great big thank you to the spin fisherman who relied with a you are welcome. As I walked back to the car, I thought about how wonderful it was for him to share that information with me. Maybe the gap between fly fishermen and spin fishermen isn't that far off.