Monday, April 12, 2010
4-10-2010
Got up early, a beautiful sunrise was the reward, and took the hour long walk into the great pool. Dead calm, water 45 degrees and crystal clear. Started swing the Black Magic again. Here you cast 40 degrees down, tight to the far bank. The fly would slowly swing out from under the trees and make it's way across. The speed of the current here is so nice, the fly just creeps across and is hard to resist. All of a sudden, as the fly comes out from under the trees, a nose. Nothing else, nothing violent, no slashing grab, just a nose. My heart is pounding and I am feeling really cool. It is hard to wait but I know there Winter fish sometimes take a bit more time than their Summer brethren so I let the fly dangle for 5 minutes. HAH, maybe 1.5 minutes. On the next cast in the same spot a perfect head and tail rise, a sip, and fish on! This one took me way down the pool, good sport on the 7 weight single hander. In hand this was again 8-9#, wild, and a buck. A lovely fish. Also this one did not stick around long but was back to the river in a flash. To my knowledge these are the first two Winter runs on this flow taken on dries. I will keep fishing them here for sure.
4-9-2010
Got to the river about 1:30 in the afternoon. Slight overcast, air temp high 50s. The water is a little high with a touch of remaining color but it is dropping and getting better every second. With the higher water the best taking spot at the top of the run is out of play. The money water at this height is the 5 big rocks just above where the tailout forms and the water speed picks up. I put on a Black Magic, dry of course, ans start working my way down from the top. Things are fishing nicely and my confidence is high. As I get close to the rocks I start working a bit slower. I am throwing careful casts that turn over and fish right away. Just about to rock three and I see a flash and there is a big smash on the surface. A moment later I am tight to a fish and the fight is on. Hot fish, all over the pool, almost into the backing several times. Moments later, in my hand, 8-9# hen, pure wild steel, not a scratch on it. I removed the Black Magic, steadied
her in the flow and moments later she leapt from my grasp and back into the gene pool. Lovely.
I took a break and an hour later or so went back through the run with a slightly sunk Duncan's and viola, another identical hen. A really nice afternoon
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