Bit of an introductory post here, I guess. I usually do warmwater fishing (bass and panfish) but occasionally get an urge for some trout fishing, as well as doing occasional mountain trips. There is some cold water stream fishing in my home state of Nebraska, but it's a bit different than a lot of trout fishing.
Rose before the sun last Saturday and, not being able to go back to sleep, got up and devoted the first couple hours of the morning to figuring out what to do with the day. After some deliberation in my head, I decided to go trout fishing.
I was, however, tired of catching the put-and-take trout in the nearby lakes. A new and more exciting location was needed to get my fix of weekend adventure. A very few minutes later the plan was formed, and an unspecified creek in northeastern Nebraska was the chosen place. I have fished a lake on the creek before, but never the creek, as it wasn't until recently that I started fly fishing and took much interest in trout. The new location and new experience of fishing for trout in streams with the fly rig, which strangely I have not yet done, seemed a good choice for the day.
First things first, though. I only own one fly reel, and it was broken. While cleaning it off, I dropped it from a height of about six inches onto concrete and broke part of the reel seat off. A trip to a hardware store for some quick set 2-ton epoxy, and a little while more to join the separated pieces of reel back together (at least for a while) and I was ready to go. After all that, it was about noon before I took of on the roughly 1.5 hour trip.
A good friend used to fish the creek fairly regularly, and though we both knew conditions were surely a bit different, he has over the years given me several reports and descriptions to the best of his memory. After sifting through that information in my head, I chose a stretch of stream and decided that was the place to go.
I found I had my whole section of stream to myself. The afternoon was cool and very breezy, though the wind didn't reach down into the stream too much and wasn't a huge issue. Walked to what looked like a good spot to start, and immediately saw trout in the stream. That's a good sign. A few casts later, and success:
Trying to delicately present small flies with my 8wt was a bit of a challenge, and my fumbling probably scared away a not insignificant number of the little slimers, but I was able to catch two more within about half an hour.
While drifting flies down the creek, I caught endless non-fish items that looked exactly like this. If only I had some good flies that imitated these little buggers...
Those slimy little bitty fish sure did their best to avoid being pulled in. It's amazing how such a little fish in a little stream can put up so big a fight. It was really spectacular, and I was not expecting to have so much fun. Fishing for these little guys is much more exciting than I would have thought, and I'm a bit miffed that I haven't tried it sooner. In the mountains, we almost always fish lakes, and this year though I had a fairy wand along we never passed any suitable streams for fishing.
After fishing down then back up the stream, it was getting on in the day and I decided to give the trout a rest and look around the area for a while and maybe wet a line elsewhere. I ended up doing very little other than throwing the line out into the lake a few times, and settled for enjoying the beautiful and now almost dead calm evening.
All in all, I'd say it was worth the effort for those three little fish. As a wise man once said, many men go fishing all their lives without knowing it was not fish they were after.