Yesterday was a monumental day for myself. Being only a measly 15 years of age, I caught my first wild brown trout. Throughout the day nothing seemed to be biting and I was becoming extremely frustrated. I have fished this place before and my only success were suckers
but yesterday was different. I first had an Adam as an indicator and a hares ear as my dropper nymph. First fish, I saw my Adams stop right before I set the hook I see a brown open his mouth and out goes that hares ear, boy I was
I then reached the next spot under a bridge, where I remembered "hey I saw my friend scare a huge brown trout down the river at this spot, maybe there are more here" So the novice I am decided that tying a woolly bugger on 6x tippet would be a good idea, NOT! I start stripping in the bugger and BAM a huge hit and it feels like I hooked a whale and then SNAP there goes the wooly bugger. I was disgruntled and angry but deep instead I said to myself hey if that trout took it I must be doing something right.
So, I head to the next bridge and decided to get rid of the Hares Ear and tied on a Copper John, the main reason being because I thought the fly looked cool
. Okay, straight copper john nymphing, throwing the line down river, letting it flow down and repeat. About the 5th cast in I feel it, BAM a hit, and I feel the fish is on. No fight at first, and I thought stupid suckers. Let me tell you one thing though, when that brown surfaced it took off like a rocket, diving, jumping trying to spit the fly. I was too excited and consternated thinking I have hooked a sucker on 'roids, but no it was my first wild trout. I pulled him in, saw it was my first wild brownie and literally screamed, calling for my mom to get the camera on her phone. I knew how important this fish was so I kept him in the water, made sure my hands were wet, took 2 pictures and revived him. I saw him swim away and was probably the happiest moment in my life. Better than catching any stocked trout pushing 20+ inches or saltwater fishing for flounder and blues I had finally caught my first wild trout. Even though he was only about 10 inches long, the time I have spent reading, watching, and learning how to catch these beautiful creatures had paid off. This moment will stay with me forever as I have discovered the wonderful art of fly fishing, and not only will love it for the rest of my life, but hopefully pass it down to my children. I LOVE Flyfishing for trout.