So, after my meal, the wife and I sat out on the front porch while I smoked my cigar. It wasn't long before I noticed two fly fishermen journey up from across the bridge and over to where we were. I checked the back of our cabin and noticed some people there as well. Given that, I decided to roll out earlier and head back to the big pool I was fishing before I quit the morning session. Waders on, rod and cigar in hand, I headed out.
I got to the big pool, and as I always do, I stopped and watched the water for a while. It was just as I suspected. I should never have left. The fish were not sipping and gulping like they were when I left. Just to make sure, I sat on some rocks and waited for a while. I smoked my cigar and just waited. I was able to pick up a few bows on the move here and there. They appeared to be cruising. So I finished my cigar and started chucking the bug. I decided to stay with the size 18 black fly with white wings. I also moved up some and finished the top of the pool where the faster water is. Like I said, I could see them cruising and holding in the area. Almost immediately, I hooked up with a bow. I lost it just as fast too. Cursing the fish and my luck, I kept throwing the same fly in the same general area. I couldn't hook up with anything else in the area so I moved back to the middle of the pool.
I watched and waited again. My patience paid off. I observed a brown who was sipping and gulping on the far side of the stream and a little ways up from where I was. I was shocked to watch him rocket out of the water straight up and come back down. He must have gone up in the air a good two or three feet. I stripped out more line, and moved up a little. The water is very deep here and where I was standing, it was already approaching chest level. So I watched and the brown rose again. I cast to where he was and got an immediate rise and take on my fly. After a quick head shake or two I lost him as well. Now I was becoming pissed. We have all been there right? It is so frustrating at times when this happens. I know it is all part of the game but damn does it piss me off at times. So I put a new fly and started looking again. I decided to try a rusty spinner for a change of pace. No one was rising so I just started casting where they had been. I was rewarded with a brown and a creek chub/fall fish. Here is the brownie:
After a while, I switched back to the black fly with white wings. I noticed that a decent sized bow was now feeding below me. I decided to chase that fish. I moved out of the water and headed down stream. I could see this fish working it and realized that it was a bigger fish. I spent the next five or so minutes, just watching, planning and waiting. After I got the pattern down, I moved in. It only took four or five drifts before the fish struck. I played this one for a while. I actually saw a bigger bow swimming right beside it as I attempted to reel it in. I was so worried I was going to lose it but I didn't. I managed to net the bow. Here is a photo:
I actually measured this fish and it was 17.5". Not a bad fish at all. As you can see, bad weather was moving in so I decided to call it a day. Only three fish landed in the evening session. One bow, brown and one creek chub/fall fish. Slow but worth it. As you can see from the photo, rain was a coming:
One morning session left. Will I be able to fish? We shall see.
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