March 10th, 2012: George

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Woke to windy conditions, a good predicted air temp and the possibility of BWO’s. Met up with my friend Heath and we hit a creek I’ve been visiting for four years now. We pulled up to the water with no idea what the day was to hold. When I began fly fishing for trout in the Driftless Area ~4 years ago now I fished a creek that was off the beaten path, ignorant I fished it in the height of the summer fighting the weeds, the forest, the heat and the bugs, all of it. I hiked up the creek fishing a #16 BWO dry fly not really knowing what I was doing. I came to a hole, I made a long cast and out came a trout that perpetuated a four year search that was concluded on the 10th. At the time he hit my dry fly so hard it startled me and I missed the hookset. Moments later after I had collected myself I was preparing to make another cast to that fish when a dog comes out of nowhere and swims right through the hole spooking the trout and killing any chance I had of catching that trout.

I first wrote about George in March of the next year, when a 20+inch brown nails your dry fly you tend not to forget it. I never forgot about that trout. I went back several times to attempt catching him, same hole, same feeding lane, same fish. I brought my friend and fishing partner Heath with me and we spent hours attempting to catch this trout, we studied his hole, his habits and the creek where he lives. I detailed this in the post where I outlined the difficulties associated with catching this brown, small creek, tight deep hole with a log running directly across the main seam making an upstream cast and a long deep drift virtually impossible. A year goes by and I still go the creek looking for this trout, another year goes by and I still hadn’t been able to catch him. ~2 years ago he disappeared. We went back time and time again to see no signs of the monster we knew lived there. We figured he moved on, [singlepic id=3279 w=400 h=320 float=left]died or was caught and was hanging on someone wall. Last year a rain event opened the hole up by moving the log that crossed the hole, by this time I’d been referring to trout over 20inches as a George. I had accepted that he was gone but everytime I visited that creek I referred to that hole as George’s hole.

Forward to March 10th, 2012. We pull up to a normal day with normal expectations, hoping to run into a few bugs, hoping to land a couple trout and avoid the wind that the rest of the angling population would be struggling with. The wind was avoided for the most part and we hiked the creek spying brown trout in large numbers everywhere, we both fished a small #18 PT that Heath had tied and which had been crushing trout on every other outing we’d been on in the last couple months. Just another typically day until we got upstream closer to George’s hole. Believing that George was long gone I offered the hole to Heath as I wanted to fish the hole directly downstream first. I pulled a couple small trout out and we moved upstream, with no log to hamper a drift Heath got in position and began casting line topped with his #18 PT. We heard a crash in the distance, we both stopped. It sounded like a tree had just fallen over. Heath on the opposite bank closest to the noise looked up to see a Cougar leaving the scene, fleeing up the bluff. We both stood a bit stunned, glad he ran up the bluff and away from us. Heath proceeded to look back at the hole when he stopped dead in his tracks, George was sitting in the belly of the hole. I chased to the other side of the creek, looked [singlepic id=3271 w=320 h=240 float=right]down and there was the trout that I had stalked for two years, believed was gone and had become a legend in my mind sitting there with no log to hamper the needed drift. We were both shaking, we had to stop for a minute. We evaluated the situation and got comfortable, we wern’t going anywhere until this trout spooked out or came to hand.

 

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He was holding far up in the head over 4 feet deep, maybe 5. The fast current combined with the needed angle on the cast was going to be a challenge. Do you cast a super heavy fly to get it to him and risk spooking him out? We started with a small nymph but it quickly became apparent that more weight was needed to get the fly in front of this trouts face in the allotted distance/time the fly had to drift. We eventually settled on a #8 Hairball with an additional splitshot and Heath began casting, each time attempting to get the best possible drift without spooking him out or the rest of the trout in the hole. Heath proceeded to make cast after cast but each time his fly would either get stuck on a rock and we were forced to risk spooking him by breaking the line or it would go over his head and end up in the tail of the pool. We lost a handful of flies snagging them on the bottom and yet he didn’t spook. At one point during this hour long ordeal the tippet of Heath’s leader must have brushed against his backside as he moved from his feeding lane to another location, our anxiety grew with each cast. When would he spook, would he eat? Both of us were content to sit until he came to hand or disappeared, yet he continued to sit on the bottom looking like a shark amongst minnows. After 45 minutes I was beginning to lose hope, I was considering putting on a huge meaty streamer to see if we could get him to chase it down but if that failed he would spook out for sure. We stopped periodically and waited, he moved back up to the head of the run where the more difficult cast was required. Heath continued to cast and I continued to watch this trout’s every move for any sign that he ate the fly we were [singlepic id=3263 w=340 h=260 float=right]putting on him. Finally, close to an hour in he moved, the hook was set and what I thought looked big on the bottom was enormous near the surface. I was in the creek with the net almost immediately, a botched net job on my part almost lost the fish (something I still have to work on), a four minute battle saw him drive for cover rocks, hold tight to the bottom and eventually chase up a riffle. George, we finally had George.

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We took great care to handle this trout with respect, photo’s were taken then a large amount of time was spent holding him in the riffles, making sure he was ready to go back to his hole before we left him. We each got to hold that massive trout, the colors, the spots, the jaw, the most spectacular Driftless specimen I have ever seen. Notch one off the bucket list. We sat amazed, we had just completed a journey, just concluded a legend. It may be my legend but it’s true, every word of it. Every trout I touch over 20inches will be known as a George for as long as I live because of the massive brown in a tiny creek that I ran into one August day in 2008 only two months after picking up a fly rod for the first time. I am thankful that we were both able to see this trout, I don’t mind not being the one to physically hook this fish, that means very little to me. It was more important that I was present to see this fish, that the one to catch it had put in the time and stalked it with me and that it went back to it’s hole un-harmed. I have plans to go check up on him soon but I don’t know that I’ll ever cast to him again. I’ll be content knowing we got to see the monster in the tiny creek and that he lived to see another day.

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23 Comments:

  1. DUDE. What an awesome fish!! Glad you guys finally got to him and not somebody else who might not have treated him as well. Great job, and congrats.

  2. Wow. That is a beautiful monster of a fish. Well done on the team effort and again congrats on a beautiful fish.

    Ben

  3. wow, montana?????… where is that! way to go, what an awesome fish and great story, best mn driftless fish I have ever seen. Was down fishin’ that day myself, had to get away from the snow up here and wet a line. the fish where bittin’. # 16PT for me, but nothin’ that big. thanks for the pics and writin’ it up. still have the lumix camera, mine will arrive this week, tight loops.

  4. Whaoo!! Awesome. Great photos, great story!

  5. You guys are killing me! Nicely done. And a mountain lion and a George in the same day. That’s not a day that you will soon forget.

  6. Wow… in that tiny creek, George was living the good life… till you guys caught up with him… I’m glad he’s still there and that you guys treated him with so much respect… I enjoyed the “hole story”…

    Thanks for sharing it, Doug

  7. Word about your awesome catch (I consider it yours) was spreading Saturday night…nice work, man. And a well-written story to boot. Good to hear your winter season rounded out better than you could have imagined.

    Paul

  8. Hell of a job fellas! Congrats!

  9. That is one huge brown in some tiny water. Great story.

    Mark

  10. Hey! Been following you and George since you met. I’m glad you got to get better acquainted! Great photos and story. Especially the lion sighting.

    Also enjoyed your piece a while back about your day in Virginia. You are always welcome in Roanoke; I’ll take you out to see my George. (He’s a striper)

    Patrick

  11. Congrats! You’ve got to love when years long goals are finally achieved! This post is an excellent example of why I come to this blog, Here I sit at work but in my minds eye I am there on that creek with you guys!

  12. Wow, I don’t know what to say guys. I really appreciate the support and knowing that your all out there along for the ride with me. I’m still flying high, probably will be for a long time. I’m getting emails about this fish and comments from alot of folks. Again, thank you I’m glad I could bring you this story, I never thought it would have this conclusion but I’m very thankful it did.

  13. This just has me thinking, “What’s next for us?”

  14. wow. just wow. you told the story wonderfully. I am amazed that such beasts can thrive in those streams. I’m going to be paying close attention to the page for the next few weeks. I’m making a yearly pilgrimage in april back to see family but this time I’m setting aside time to fish. I need to keep checking your fishing reports. I may have a couple questions for you in the future. I’ll be spending a couple nights at a friends hunting shack near rushford. until then.

  15. W.F.F. I am aspiring to reach your level of greatness. I love the combination of story and photography. That fish is a beast and certainly a fish of a lifetime for driftless standards… hell anywhere. But… you probably already have 5 of these on the catch and release rack! Nicely done, by the way I asked you this a while ago. What vise do you tie with? It’s time I invest in some quality.

    Sip

    • Sip, I tie on a standard Renzetti Traveler, love it and will probably never tie on anything but. Something about a no frils, good design, works everytime, never had to baby it sort of thing really grabs me with just about any item but here it is the perfect example.

  16. Justin, you are officially the most famous person I know. If having association to your blog doesn’t get me some pussy I’m going to have to go buy me some skinny jeans.

  17. Oh Mommy! That is the greatest trout I’ve seen from the driftless. -Greatest. Nice show on the fish. speechless.

  18. Congratulations, Heath! Cougar? Any pics of that?

  19. nice fish Hollywood!

  20. Nice work guys. Remarkable fish and well-told story.

  21. Nice fish!!

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