Had some weird kind of "luck" on the West Fork over the weekend. I hadn't even planned on fishing, but Sunday morning before 9am opened up for me, so I decided to make another early morning run, waking up at 4am. I was at the trailhead by 5am and was surprised to see two other fly fisherman getting ready.
I've been making a note to practice my nymphing before seeing any surface activity, so I made use of my new thingamabobbers and within the first hour landed 3 nice fish, all about 7-8 inches, with a couple of hits not landed.
At this point, I moved to a different stretch of water and switched to dry flies, even though surface activity hadn't quite picked up yet. Went to an Adams... nothing. Royall Wulff... nothing. Hmm.... At this point I started seeing more rises, but wasn't getting any strikes. Switched over to a size 20 Griffith's Gnat and landed 3 more nice fish, including one solid 8 incher.
At this point I had to take off, so I packed up my stuff and headed out. On my way back to the car I saw some people heading in with surf-casting rods, others throwing their trash on the ground, and one fly fisherman walking out with a nice sized trout dangling from a creel. An interesting lot, to say the least.
I went home and had a bunch of stuff to take care of, so it wasn't until about midday I started going through all my fishing stuff. I started pulling out my fly boxes and one was gone! Turns out my box of wet flies had disappeared.
Man, I wasn't really concerned about the cost, more the time it took me to make all the flies. (I'm VERY slow at tying flies). I remembered one time I put on an extra shirt and I had to take my carrier off, so I figured, if anything, it would be where I changed. (I kind of have a bad habit of leaving the pocket open).
I went out to my car to load up my bike again and found my tire flat.
Man, this was turning out to be worse than expected.
I changed the tube in my tire, then took off. I made it back up to the trailhead, back to where I changed, and sure enough, the fly box was lying there on the ground. Phew!
Got lucky that time!