FIN-ITE 34
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Fished a LV stream yesterday in overcast skies, light fog and temps that never got over 50°. Fishing was good with about nine fish netted and probably a half dozen lost to very active, jumping browns.
I fished about a half mile stretch of the river that takes about two hours to complete. At the first run I caught a small brown of about ten inches and hooked up with a very heavy fish that made a beeline from the head of the run to right under a downed tree and broke me off. I had all the pressure I could put on the fish and there was no turning it. I figured, oh well, good for the fish.
I continued fishing up river, taking one or two fish from every likely run. I did however have to change up flies quite often to get a take. I came to one such location that I always take a good fish and after changing flies about a half dozen times with no results I decided to go to the darkside and tie on the infamous "squirminator". First drift. "bingo" a nice butter colored male of about sixteen inches. After releasing that fish I went back to the same spot and after another two drifts, "bingo again", this time it was a nice fourteen inch female. However those two fish were the only ones that were interested in fly as I added it to my rotation as I continued to fish up river. By the time I had finished up and returned to the car, about two hours had passed since I had hooked that large fish and seeing as it was close to where I had parked I decided to go for another try. Well I fished that run with all the flies that had produced for me and just as I was about to call it quits I went to my box for one last try. There staring up at me was a very nice Blood Dot sitting all by itself and I figured, what the hell. Well I drifted that "fly" down along the log where I had lost that earlier fish and bang, down goes the indicator. I set the hook and feel a good weight of a fish again. Two seconds later a football fat brown of about eighteen inches goes airborne and that butter brown is gone again. So I had two shots at what may very well have been the same fish and I sucked ass both times. Good time anyway and I'll be looking for that bastard the next time I fish that area.
I fished about a half mile stretch of the river that takes about two hours to complete. At the first run I caught a small brown of about ten inches and hooked up with a very heavy fish that made a beeline from the head of the run to right under a downed tree and broke me off. I had all the pressure I could put on the fish and there was no turning it. I figured, oh well, good for the fish.
I continued fishing up river, taking one or two fish from every likely run. I did however have to change up flies quite often to get a take. I came to one such location that I always take a good fish and after changing flies about a half dozen times with no results I decided to go to the darkside and tie on the infamous "squirminator". First drift. "bingo" a nice butter colored male of about sixteen inches. After releasing that fish I went back to the same spot and after another two drifts, "bingo again", this time it was a nice fourteen inch female. However those two fish were the only ones that were interested in fly as I added it to my rotation as I continued to fish up river. By the time I had finished up and returned to the car, about two hours had passed since I had hooked that large fish and seeing as it was close to where I had parked I decided to go for another try. Well I fished that run with all the flies that had produced for me and just as I was about to call it quits I went to my box for one last try. There staring up at me was a very nice Blood Dot sitting all by itself and I figured, what the hell. Well I drifted that "fly" down along the log where I had lost that earlier fish and bang, down goes the indicator. I set the hook and feel a good weight of a fish again. Two seconds later a football fat brown of about eighteen inches goes airborne and that butter brown is gone again. So I had two shots at what may very well have been the same fish and I sucked ass both times. Good time anyway and I'll be looking for that bastard the next time I fish that area.
