I finally made it back out to my favorite stillwater this past weekend. The weather cooperated and we made a day of it. My brother-in-law and I hit the water early and really pounded it early on with leeches and such - no fish for me, the BIL caught the first fish of the day, but it turned out to be his last fish of the day.
We took a break about 10:30 and I re-rigged with an indicator rig and suspended 3 nymphs under the indicator to a depth of about 9-feet. I would cast a ways out, let the flies sink and then begin a very slow hand-twist retrieve, pausing every three or four twists and giving the rod tip a few shakes before proceeding.
The fishing really turned on for me and I was in to a goodly amount of trout for the rest of the afternoon. The flies they loved were a size 12 silver beaded mayfly nymph along with a size 12 Ice Cream Cone midge pattern. I caught my largest trout from these ponds ever with a 24-inch beast that really put on a show after I hooked him. He jumped several feet out of the water for three jumps - what a sight! I finally was fortunate to land him since I was using 5X tippet. After landing the big one, I hooked another really good fish that shook the hook, and then I hooked into a real beast. This fish took off and it was everything I could do to hang on! I couldn't even slow him down and feared he would spool me. When he finally stopped the run and I was able to start retrieving line, I noticed I was to within five wraps of backing left on my spool before the end!!
I gained most of my backing back before he just wasn't there any longer - aaargh!
I ended the day with a grand total of about 20 fish with one huge fish landed and several more big ones lost. My last fish of the day was also a very large trout. As we were finning back to the launch I noticed a big head breaking the surface. Since I still had my nymph rig on I sent a cast in the direction of the fading rise form. two strips and I was hooked up. 10 head shakes later he was gone...
What a day for me. My poor BIL had been using the same flies and tactics throughout the same water and came up empty. The fishing gods were with me I guess.
Here are the pics:
Early morning view of the Tetons:
A nice little brookie:
...and a fat little bow:
Brother-in-law - what a beautiful place to fish:
More like a bass pond than a trout destination: foreground - water lillies; straight over the top of the lillies is a bullrush island, and to the right of that cattail islands - the water around these islands is only from six to three feet deep:
Afternoon cloud formation:
24-inches almost in the net:
Evening sunglow on the far hills:
Spectacular sunset to the west:
Can't wait to get back!