Thursday, October 2, 2014

A Well Needed Day Off

 It's been nearly six weeks since I have been able to get on the water. Work has gone crazy and you have to get it while you can. Hopefully this will be the longest stretch until next year. It's always tough around this time, but six weeks really stinks. So I was extremely excited to be able to get out on Tuesday. The weather was beautiful with a expected high of 90 and a light wind, which ended up being 15-20. (far from light, but oh well)
 It started out a little frustrating since I realized after fifteen minutes down the highway to the river, I forgot to pick up my poppers I had made a few days before. Grrrrr. Who cares, i'm not turning around.
I dropped in at 8am and started having the time of my life. It's amazing how good that kayak seat feels when you've been out of it for a while. I couldn't of asked for a prettier morning.


The fishing was slow at first, but we finally agreed on what they wanted for breakfast.



Most of the catches were small, but so much fun. Especially after the first fish that washes any chance of getting skunked away. After that, it's all gravy. Even the first portage around a dam wasn't so bad with 2 fish in the boat and only 45 minutes in.


 Right after the dam, there is a stretch I always like to hit on the fly. It has plenty of swift moving water that drops off into a rocky ledge and into a bigger area.
 

 And since I left my dang new poppers at the house, I had to settle for the ol' faithful Wooly Bugger to chunk at those finicky dudes.




There is just something about catching a nice fish on a fly rod. It makes it even better when it's on a fly you've tied. I guess that's why I like to take photos of some of the "bigger" little fish. It makes you feel pretty proud of yourself.

Then the uppity fish gets all camera shy and slaps your camera.


There was one I caught, that out of all the years on this river, I don't remember ever catching down there. I wasn't sure what it was called, but after help from some pals, it is a Rock Bass also called Warmouth. Very cool red eyes. It was a fighter, and was also told they are born angry and stay that way.


 Anddddd since i'm not going to bore anyone with a long video of small fish, here's a couple of action photos.

 

Overall, another awesome day on the water. The fish were small, but plentiful. I didn't get a final count mainly because the pan fish while flyfishing were up in the twenties just by themselves. I know I had 11 bass, and not one of them over 18 inches.



It's looking as if my days off won't get normal for a few more weeks, but i'll take whatever I can get. It's amazing after working day in day out, I just don't mind the pushing, pulling, dragging, stumbling, and everything in between, that it takes to get a little piece of mind.



Thanks for coming along,
Scott

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