... how much the beautiful and spactacular trout frustrate me?
Met up with two friends and fly fishing guides,
Al Hammel and
Chris Stiles, to do some trout fishing on a very famous local river. The plan was originally just to give Chris some flies for the fly swap I am part of but turned into "why don't you join us fishing". I can never say no, so I didn't.
Don't let me fool you, I love trout fishing. I love the settings, wading in beautiful, cold rivers and the anticipation of a picky fish taking a small fly from the surface film. Its all great... for a while. Not catching fish is a little disheartening but I guess if I put in enough time, it will eventually come.
We parked one truck down stream and took another truck up stream a ways - 2 miles by road but between 3 and 4 by river. As we were getting dressed, I asked Chris whether he thought today might be my day. He said something that was very clear, consice, and made a LOT of sense to me - "You won't know unless you try". That's a good point. I don't put anywhere near the effort into trout fishing that I do bass fishing. When I trout fish, I spend a lot of time and certainly don't take the easy ways - its always long days of wading, fighting through brush, and walking miles and miles looking for pods of fish. But I don't do it often.
I'll cut to the chase - I didn't catch any fish, Al was the first to get the skunk off by catching a nice little Brookie, and Chris caught a decent sized brown trout toward the end of the evening. We ended up having to get out of the water about 3/4 of a mile from the second truck because it was pitch black and we were approaching a slick old dam that could've proven dangerous.
Here are a few photos
Sorry, this is kind of a cheesy post, but I'm exhausted and need to clean the house. I'll have another post later - gotta charge the batteries in the camera to get a photo off. Lets just say, I can take one thing off my this-year list. And it happened in a pretty impressive way.