Pretty cool night tonight, there is a great Neil Young tune that goes “down by the river, I shot my baby.” I thought of it on the way back to the house. Liz and I took the dog out swimming the other day at a beach area near my house and found it to have some potential for fishing. Tonight I volunteered to take the dog swimming and brought the rod and one popper. I had to let her swim through the area quite a bit before I was able to wet a line. After some reading and asking questions a bit of effort paid off tonight. Lily sat on the beech chewing on a log while I launched a black and red popper with my…3wt. I need to fix this problem but for now I have to work with what I have. I can get it out there a good 40-60 feet but not with wind and it doesn’t look pretty.
This aside I was taking my time, popping semi-erratically and sure enough I saw the top of this fish emerge just prior to a toilet flushing on my fly. I set the hook and it was on. 1st difficulty was the fact that the dog was all over it trying to swim with it while I tried to land the fish…on the 3wt. I felt a bit under matched but to spare fish ten minutes of fighting I had it run up the beech landed with the dog sniffing the whole way. I sent the fish on its way and let the dog go swimming a while longer. She calmed one more time and sat on the beach. I put the fly in again, this time a bit further out into the Mighty Mississippi and stripped it in. At 10ft I saw a huge gulp and my fly was no more. Fish took my popper and sent me and the dog home. I will be back soon.