I had been looking at the weather all week. I had also been watching my calendar and to-do list for Friday. The siren song of pleasant weather was increasingly getting my attention, and I was scrambling to get work done and clear my afternoon. By noon I had cleared the decks and was heading out the door.
I fished a favorite section and wound up at the large pool above. The water levels were a bit high, but the sporty water conditions gave me a chance to test the Forra boots in a little more challenging conditions than my first outing. They were solid, stable and secure. I’m delighted with how well they do without studs.
Water temp was 44 degrees, air temp was 65 degrees. There weren’t any bugs in the air, but because I’m stubborn and hate fishing with an indicator1, I stuck with my normal dry dropper routine. Because it floats well and it’s easy to see, I used a royal humpy and fished either a pheasant tail or hares ear nymph below. Because the water was high, I didn’t fish a lot of pocket water and worked the bigger pools.
The action was steady throughout the afternoon. I’d work a pool until the action slowed down, then move on. I didn’t land any especially big fish but managed to bring a few six inch to eight inch fish, like the ones below, to hand.
The mild weather leading into Friday was a welcome respite from the frigid week before. With luck, there will be more this winter.
It annoys me to no end when a fish comes up and smacks an indicator. Nothing wrong with using an indicator, sometimes you do what you have to do but it’s not my “go to” style.
Thanks for the read and the pic's. I've never killed fish except tiny trout as you pictured. Pan fried in bacon grease in a fire at streamside they are magic. Cooked crispy with head and tail on, 4 to the pan, they are something else. Thanks for the memory. I could smell the fire. Steve
Love those brookies Tom