Day 2 started a bit later, on stream at 8:30am. Fished a short stretch with coffee near by, once again looking for something larger, I know they live here. Once again the SMB was readied and after a few casts I had a timid strike and a thought occurred to me. Wendy B. had recently put a few of my flies on some fish with success but he noted that the amount of flash in the collar might be a bit much and after trimming about half of the amount out he was finding the fish more willing to smack it. [singlepic id=1448 w=320 h=240 float=right]I considered it and then busted out my scissors to trim off a fair amount from one of mine. Back in the drink a bit later and I was into a 14in Brown that faught hard.
A criticism that I’ve had as of late is that I need to get the fish on my drag rather than stripping my line in. The rod tip combined with a smooth drag will keep constant tension on the hook, without it a good run/shake may dislodge the hook. This may have been the reason a few of the fish I could have landed the day prior were able to smile at me as they hit the road down to the trouty hole. I worked on my line management to get the trout on my drag as quickly as possible, a short bit later…trout in hand. So nice.
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The wind was a pain, and may have contributed to my choice to stick with the streamers (easier for me to chuck into hard wind, over tossing dry or nymph rig for sure) but after the day before I decided it was nice enough out to wet wade which ended up being a great choice. A few fish later and the hole I had come to fish did not give up the bounty I was searching for so I split to head back to the same creek that whooped my butt the day before. Streamers again and sure enough I hit the light biting syndrome but I [singlepic id=1441 w=320 h=240 float=left]managed to land three or four really beautiful Brown trout. After I hooked into a clear slab which promptly jumped to freedom. I put the streamers away, something told me I needed to learn from the day before.
With a #16 Scud and a #16 WD-40 trailing I instantly picked up five nice looking fish from a single run, not un-heard of but I had just sent my fat shiny streamer down there for fifteen minutes with nothing to show for it, a few hit it but tasted hook, once they taste hook they typically don’t go back for round two. The WD-40 took every trout, made perfect sense, they had been feeding on Baetis nymphs all morning and with the clouds rolling in a few were seen hatching here and there but nothing to get too excited over. The larger trout stayed below while the six and eight inchers comprised the [singlepic id=1438 w=260 h=180 float=right]majority of surface strikes. On several occasions they would take the WD-40 on it’s way out of the water, right as I lifted the rod, excellent.
I managed to catch and document only one adult male BWO but it’s wings had not developed and had I not scooped it out with my strainer it would have been dinner just a few yards downstream. A cripple for sure but it did give up valuable size information and after a bit I left it to serve it’s purpose, trout food. The clouds rolled in quickly and with a shot of thunder I was quickly on my way home.
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