Today i took myself you fishing as my wife and daughter are overseas for a couple weeks.
Drove about an hour to the stream stopping by the tackle store to get some supplies, you know, because it was close by the river and I 'needed' some fly tying materials and a few leaders.
Got to the stream. The thermometer in the car read 39F and the guy in the store reckoned the water would be about 40F
Tackled up my 3wt CT, which i had picked up in the recent clymb deal. Man,that little rod is something else. A pleasure to cast, light and responsive in the hand. At 7'6 it was just right for this stream. I wish now i'd picked up a 5 or 6 wt too when they were on offer. There was gusty wind today and that little rod punched my WF3F right across the stream with nice tight loops. Gold head fly and everything.
First fly was my Sparkle Ghost Bugger.
3rd cast - FISH ON!
. This is the first fish i've caught in about a year and a half - at least one that wasnt foul hooked. Earlier in the year i caught a little brownie in the belly at rose to my EHC, but i dont count those guys as fish caught, more stolen. Previous fish before that was in Maine in Summer 2011.
Sure, i dont get to fish too often, but the few times i've been out in the intervening years, i've been skunked by finicky trout, that i could see and knew the flies were in front of their mouths.
Anyways. The Sparkle Ghost Bugger
- it works. Get some tied up!
Working down the short riffle for about 45 mins with the fly and no other fish. Changed to another of my creations, the Royal Coachman nymph, and slowly stepping down stream, lost my balance -KERPLUNK.
Luckily the water wasnt deep, but it sure as all hell was cold. Had my wading belt on nice and tight, so very little water down the waders. Hands and lower arms were drenched, and with the cold air temp i had to call it a day after a hour or so of fishing. I wish i'd brought some spare clothes with me though, cause i was pumped for fishing, especially after catching the little guy.
I took a photo of him, revived him and sent him on his merry way again.
My hands still smell of fish, brings back memories of going fishing with my dad when i was a little'un.
Unfortunately, my cell phone (with the photo) got a little damp. Thought it was unrecoverable, but i have it now in a bag of rice to draw out the moisture. Hopefully it recovers, otherwise its gonna be an expensive hour on the water, considering my 'stop at the tackle shop'
So, at 33 years old, i've decided to add a wading staff to my arsenal and probably a PFD too while i'm at it. To be honest, this little dunk has been a while coming as i've had a few near misses in the past.
Hopefully tomorrow i'll have a pic of the trout.