This brown was a long time coming. Three years of hoping and about 30 attempts later I finally landed a good size brown on this famed technical spring creek.
I did my homework, taking note of where the big ones were and came out when the water was high and dirty and made sure I was the first one on the creek. I'm sure I moved him a month or so ago, and actually hooked him a couple weeks ago only to lose him after getting too excited about taking a photo.
I thought it was a smaller brown since the take was so light. It didn't move at first and then slowly moved around. Had a snapping turtle taken my fly? Then I saw the tail break the surface. I held my breath and gave him room to run the drag, but not enough room to get under a moss bed and tie me up. I jumped off the bank onto what I hoped was solid enough to hold me. Knee deep in muck I got it in the net. What surely took minutes felt like seconds.
When you have a long-hoped-for-fish on, everything seems to stop but at the same time fly by (pun intended).
I'm told that landing a fish this size on mossy creek doesn't happen a lot for a lot of people. I fished this water a whole year before I started landing anything. Then it was mostly 8-10" browns and the rare 14-15". Once I landed an 18" brown but it was pretty skinny. Then this! I'd love to make this a regular occurrence!
One can hope.