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Notes and Observations:
- On stream arrival at ~3:45pm, fished until 7:30pm
- Water Clarity: Stained but Very Fishable
- Air Temp: ~73 Degrees
- Streamer Fishing Produced Little, Again…
- Bummed to Find Fields of Garlic Mustard
- Trout Rising until 5:30pm, A Storm Blew In
- Fly Fishing a SERIOUSLY Deep Hole May Void Traditional Fly Fishing Rules
Being a stubborn ass I chose to visit the same site as yesterday, looking to land one of those larger trout I missed the day before. Seems to be a typical scenario for the W.F.F. as of late, lighter take, fish on, right about to my feet and it’s as if they could let go at any moment but noooo… they wait until after they’ve shown me their colors and are almost to my feet, at this point my line goes limp. Now I kind of set myself up for this again, a second day in a row, why you ask? Well I am always curious as to what affect a few small changes may make under similar conditions.
This stretch of water could be nymphed but it is wide, it is deep, and there arn’t many runs to concentrate trout. Rather this stretch has a sandy bottom and fewer but perhaps larger fish reside in the few cuts and debris piles hanging off into the stream. Casting is a pain with steep banks, trees, and limited access to various spots. A roll cast is a must, period. (Note: Be conscious of access line when roll casting, especially heavily weighted flies, I find I do much better when I don’t let my line get out of hand. I guess a good rule in general.) I worked upstream semi-quickly, I wasn’t doddling and I didn’t send my streamers through the same spot a dozen times, just once or twice and moved on. I sent a few down and across but nothing. [singlepic id=1641 w=320 h=240 float=left]One take on an upstream dead drift had a nice fish leaping out of the water only to tell me to kiss off a moment later, right as I was reaching for the net.
I fished up to the monster hole, sat and watched. Rising trout at the head of the hole, rising trout at the tail and nothing but deep darkness in between. Started with the streamer, sent that in and down a few times with nothing but a few followers to show for it. I tried different approaches to the streamer, downstream dead drift, straight downstream, slow stripping, fast stripping but nothing really to show for it. At this point the few rising fish had gotten to me, I swapped to a standard Grey Caddis pattern (X-Wing Style). Just a few drifts and I was reeling in the first of a few. The Caddis pattern, even after sunk, would still bring fish to surface if I pulled it up and across.
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Clouds rolled in, some rain came but not enough to send me home, at this point in my fishing journey if I am near water the only thing that sends me voluntarily packing is lightening. I waited through a few spells of high winds and rain once they passed so had the rising. At this point my goal was to just try to nymph the head of this hole. With a serious drop off and fish holding right on the edge I rigged a #16 Peacock and Partridge with a #16 Orange Scud for a trailer, both took fish. It took a while to find the right amount of weight to be added to my line but after a bit the trout were picking each off. I fished until my agreed upon departure time had come, then passed by a bit. I’m typically late coming home from fishing, it’s a symptom of addiction at this point.