CSMP Work Continued

June 30, 2009

Rock Wall at Site Location to Assess Appox. Stream DepthAfter assessing my location to potential testing sites and with the information provided by Wendy B. I chose a site within fifteen minutes driving from my doorstep (if I make the street lights). The site is on a stream that the MPCA has never received data from, is close to home and has a few albeit small trout but trout to watch just the same. Sites are usually at road crossings but they don’t have to be and because the three road crossings that were potential options all turned out to be shallow skinny riffles with no depth or fish for that matter I chose this site which is very close to the road that follows the stream.

Site LocationOnce onsite I took a visual assessment of the water and collected a sample from mid depth without kicking up sediment and poured the contents into the provided transparency tube. The MPCA sends a standard 60cm tube but for situations like mine where the water stays clear they can send a 100cm tube, I’ll be looking into this. I took a water temp and finished the data collection before collecting most of the trash along the roadside. I removed a large plastic fertilizer bag from the stream while picking rocks to find bugs. Picking rocks from the riffles upstream of the site location I found a large amount of mayfly nymphs in there very early instars, its like the streams around here go void of nymphs for a small time before they grow. 

I will be visiting this place often so I will get a chance to get to know the fish that live near the wall. Close to twenty brown trout live in the deeper water near the concrete wall that gives me my reference point for the stream level measurement and although they are small they are still very fun to watch. I creep up from behind the concrete wall and peer over, they never see me coming, from this vantage point I can see them picking items from the drift. Trout, and fish in general  for that matter, are just plain cool to look at. 

The potential to catch one of these fish is there but the water is crystal clear and I have a feeling will be so most of the time, one reason to stay on top of rain events to get transparency data right away.

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I guess I did the easy ones first, might regret that one about the time I’m working on that 14th Parachute Hopper. Oh well.

Clean/Clear FlowsI got on site slightly later than I wanted but thankful for time near cold flowing H2O. At ~9am the water temp was approaching ~61 degrees and although the first section I fished showed some stain within an hour and after traveling upstream found me quickly casting in crystal clear water. The water felt great and without realizing it I was wet wading through places that were deeper than I typically do, the reason? I was casting and watching everything in front of me and was so comfortable it made little sense to get out. Staying in the stream allowed for much further casting opportunities for the most part and made for a cooler day. The downsides? Casting upstream and moving can be tricky, you have to go slow and take your time, plan to tackle a shorter stretch of water. The clear water and my fly line, even with a delicate cast (trying not to slap the water with your fly line or fly), spooked fish upstream as I went. 

ButterflyI started the day fishing the SMB on a shorter leader but after a poor start casting and watching fish look, look again and snub I put it away. I observed “random” rising and immediately thought the trout are taking caddis fly larva/pupa from the sub-surface and it is not “random” but sporadic. Noticing fish leaping fully out of the water every so often combined with little to no surface flies helped support my hypothesis so I positioned myself to take advantage of this. I rigged a 9ft leader with 3-4feet of 6x tippet, the lead fly was a recently tied Stimulator #12 and trailing it by about a foot was a caddis fly larva. I went with the Stimulator as mainly an indicator but after a while it started taking fish and I felt the more it took fish the more willing the fish were to strike.

Brown Trout on a W.F.F. tied Stimulator

Working longer casts made things fun and challenging, I got strikes on both flies and every once in a while I would get a trout to launch out of the water striking the trailing larva pattern, excellent. Noticing that the larva wasn’t getting as much attention in deeper areas made me lengthen the distance between the two flies. I also tried changing to a slightly more weighted pattern but I couldn’t manage to get the fly subsurface very often, I could have put a tiny split-shot into the mix but I felt that with the spooky fish the way it was I didn’t want to further complicate the equation. Something to keep in mind the next time at the bench with the caddis pupa patterns.Soon To Be Dinner

I moved upstream and caught and landed several smaller trout the largest being 10-11 inches, caught on the Stimulator and the trailing fly. I lost several takes I think due to excess slack in my 12ft leader. The Stimulator attracted three or four larger fish but all seemed to throw the hook within the first shake or two, bummer. Working the heat I continued forward enjoying a beautiful day in the sun, this is the summer push and I know I want to be fishing later or earlier hours but when the opportunity arises I don’t overlook it. 

Trout Water Under Sunny SkiesMy goal today was work upstream of my put in location roughly 2.2 miles to get to a location I saw once last year, fish it for twenty minutes and break down to hike via road back to the truck. As I neared the final destination I found myself peering over an 8 foot bank down through very clear water at several larger brown and rainbow trout. I watched for several minutes without being caught by the fish, long enough to convince me to switch back to the SMB. A few minutes later I was singing, if you know what I mean? Wow, so cool to go un-detected and get away with chucking a heavy fly and getting some awesome action. I could see perfectly my fly in relation to the fish, I could cast upstream and across far enough to compensate for depth and twitch the fly with two or three quick two inch pulls to get the reaction I wanted. The stocked rainbows hit the fly without hesitation almost the second it moved after sinking, a few came home with me for dinner later this week. The best thing about this whole situation was that I was casting from a different angle/approach than I had ever tried before and I came up rather sucessful.

Rainbow TroutAt one point this rainbow hit the SMB and was on only to get off a second later. I watched the fish move downstream and deeper in the water making a gumming motion probably not too excited about the result of his decision. For some reason I decided to try for the same fish, I let the fly sink to right in front of his nose and stripped it quickly, he took it again, this time not to be so fortunate. Made me think of tailing carp with Wendy B., sneaking up from behind to present your fly seeing the action go down. I fished this spot for a bit, surprised to do so well and afterwards got to my goal and fished for only a few minutes to go back and take a few more from the stretch I had just found. Excellent to gain a new way of approaching the fish that I now know to be successful for me.

Time At The Vise

June 22, 2009

Sporty Girl Foam StimulatorsLately I’ve spent time thinking about trout and tying flies I expect to catch them with during the later months of summer. I’m working with deer and elf hair again, seems the first two flies always turn out junk, a W.F.F. dozen is typically fourteen, but don’t tell the pro’s that. I tied a half dozen Stimulators, flies that I remember working well for me in July and August. I bet they might be working now, I just haven’t tossed one to trout lips in a while. I used the Sporty Girl foam for the body which can be purchased at and Claire’s and I think I saw a few colors at Target. These flies will ride high and make for good lead flies with which to drop, say a caddis pupa pattern. 

 

 

(?) Fly Created/Tied by the W.F.F.

After the Stimulators I went to work tying a W.F.F. dozen of the pattern that has recently brought me two spectacular Southeast Minnesota brown trout and a handfull of other beautiful fish. I don’t have a name for this pattern and being honest I should say that the pattern I watched Sershen crush an 18″ brown with provided the initial idea. Basically a bead-head bugger pattern with a twist of sparkle chenille for a hackle collar. I tied half the dozen with a tungsten bead and half with a regular bead all weighted on the under-body with weight wraps. I think these flies look slick and deserve a good name, I haven’t decided on one yet. Any suggestions? I might make it worth your while if something fitting comes across the wire, nudge nudge wink wink, know what I mean?(?) Fly Created/Tied by the W.F.F.

My Favorite Bend to Watch for BugsI went out this afternoon for two hours and fished in, well, kind of lousy conditions. Air temp was warm, around 90 degrees in the valley and upon arrival the water temp was ~61 degrees which made me think right away that I might find lethargic fish less willing to strike. Riffle samples came up with several leeches of varying size, I have not see many leeches and this provided more push to tie on a bugger pattern. The water was slightly stained but very fishable. I observed, from my favorite bend, no rising trout nor surface activity from any bugs, really the only thing flying around were the random dragon flies and deer flies in droves. Normally annoyances like the deer flies and mosquitoes don’t get in my way and are usually overlooked but not today. I lost at least two takes while slapping a fly biting the back of my ear or my hand holding the rod.Brown Trout on the FlyI fished the same fly I’ve been fishing knowing that I would have to head deep to find fish willing to strike. Keeping in mind the warmer water temp and the relation between water temp and dissolved oxygen made me land and release every fish quickly, removing it from the water for only the brefiest of moments. As water temps rise the amount of dissolved oxygen lowers and the fish have a harder time recovering, this is also a reason why the fish hold low in the colder water.

Releasing a Brown TroutI fished a usual stretch and I came out to see the change since I had last been here during the height of the Light Hendrickson hatch a few weeks ago. It’s amazing how fast life grows. The grass on the banks continues to grow ever closer to the sun and in some of our water the aquatic plant life explodes providing sometimes tricky situations, such as casting to fish holding deep in a small spot between massive blooms of greenery. I worked the bugger pattern in and through tight holes picking up brownies as I went but as suspected the fish were less than aggressive and would strike once and that was it. Something else to note: while landing several of these fish they tried desperately to dive into the plant blooms creating a difficult situation, force the fish and potentially break it off or risk a tangle. I became acutely aware of the tangle issue as not one concerning a lost fish but rather one that might risk the life of the fish. As I watched one dig deep and wrap twice around a thick stem then began floating upside down, thinking to water temp. I didn’t want the fish to die before I decided it wasn’t going to come loose. I jumped into four feet of thick greenery and sunk into what seemed like a foot of mud. The fish just lay there unaffected by my presence, I unhooked him quickly and held him low in the colder water until he took off. I was soaked but it felt good in the sun and although I had blown any chance of pulling another trout out of this spot, that fish was released to live another day.

Pissed Off Snapping TurtleOther notables: I watched a basketball sized snapping turtle come floating right to my feet while casting to trout, pretty cool, also I stepped in a rather warm pile of cow pucky that took a while to get out of my shoes later, pretty funny. I headed home after temping the water again, it had risen to ~62 degrees and if I would have had the time I’d have stayed until late in the evening waiting for the magical hours before dark. Dusk, when the water temps relax and the stream shakes off the heat of the day to come alive. As I drove home I began thinking about late summer fly fishing and how I need to get to work on my terrestrials and other late summer patterns. To the bench!

Third Cast, NiceStarted my day on the water at 9am under cloudy skies. Air temp was comfortable but hiking through thicker foliage after last nights rain made for a soggy morning but that wasn’t going to prevent me from swinging a few flies. I took a water temp and watched for any clues as to what to put on the end of my line. Cold water (~50 degrees) and no signs of fish near the surface told me to go deep so I rigged the same fly as yesterday, I tied two more of the same fly last night. Three casts in and I had the first brown of the day. I picked a few rocks and found interestingly little to no mayfly nymphs, I’m beginning to see similarities between “Mayfly” and “Caddis/Scud” creeks, just a generalization that I apply to some streams that seem to have a higher concentration of one or the other. This is a “Caddis/Scud” creek with plenty of old H.I. work done to keep the water deep, rocks lining the sides giving trout good cover and a place to thrive.

Caddis LarvaStomach Contents Scuds #16-18Caddis Larva

S.E. MN Trout StreamI worked my way downstream, the water was cloudy which would help me here,  normally it is crystal clear and the fish spook easily. I fished this for the first time this last winter and what a difference a few spring months make. My plan was to work the old H.I. work through the cow pasture and hit a hole in the middle of the jungle then work back up and out. I tossed the same fly the entire time, in shallow water it took fish, in deep water it took fish. I racked eight fish easily working downstream, I kept a couple. The stomach contents furthered my assumptions about the bio-mass in this stream, mainly scuds filled the brown I took home with me. 

I love mornings on a trout stream, well any time on a trout stream but mornings and dusk are two excellent times to be near water. Quiet and peaceful I fish silently, unless you saw me you wouldn’t know I was catching fish, you would have to hear the occasional splashing. I enjoy relaxing, concentrating on the moment in front of me, analyzing the best approach, losing myself in the water, bills and work have no place in my mind here. I moved to a spot I specifically came here to fish, deep water in a tight channel with old H.I. work around, I knew there were fish here. By this time I was getting pretty good at chucking this bugger pattern with some additional weight, some of these holes have to be more than 6-8 feet deep and not very wide requiring a longer cast to get the flies down but also accurate so your fly ends up in the water. I picked up a few more and moved downstream.

Thick Ass JungleWorking my way through the cow pasture I arrived at a wall of jungle. I knew there was a secret hole in the middle of it somewhere, better make it the shortest distance through this stuff. Burning Nettles stung my legs for a good five minutes but I remembered my way well and got to the spot in the shortest distance, it was worth it. I kicked three twelve inch trout into the depths when I came out of the jungle. I worked the bugger and picked up a tiny guy. A minute later with a great roll cast I watched a beautiful brown dart quickly and pick up my fly, my casting is improving for sure. Trudging through the jungle was worth it, this fish was a spotted beauty for sure. This fly was kicking ass at this point. I landed the nicer fish and headed back through the thickness, I bounced to each spot I had fished on the way downstream but found nothing wanted my fly. At noon I was where I started and so I took another water temp, the lack of sun prevented much change in temp, three hours later I had ~51 degrees. Yummmy.....

I thought about moving forward upstream but I felt that little was going to happen with this fly and nymphing this tiny deep stuff was something for another time. Knowing that getting in the vehicle, breaking my gear down and getting to another spot would burn time I set my mind to water closer to home so I could move in that direction. I was greeted by this guy upon my exit, cool.ButterflyI drove to a spot I fished early in my fly fishing adventure and I didn’t get much then, a few small ones but alot has changed since last summer. I stuck to the same fly, by this point I had pulled it out of a tree earlier in the day, pulled out a few plants with it and got it stuck on a log all on the last stream and managed to keep it with me. I rolled and lost the first fish that struck but I had a great day up to this point so I had little to complain about. I pulled a smaller 10in. brown out and decided it with the other I had would make a great dinner. I measured this fish, the regs on this stretch are 12″-16″ protected and I wanted to be sure. 

Where She LivesI lost two others and picked one last hole to fish before packing it in for the day. Upon seeing the hole I felt like something drastic had happened, there was a new sand bar built up providing a shallower spot in the middle of the hole now, before it was a deep drop off with a huge tree root structure blocking a majority of the water, a trout haven for sure. I got in position and made one roll cast across the shallow area and let slack out to allow the fly to sink. The current pulled the fly up and with that I saw alittle flash, I needed to get the fly deeper which meant a longer roll cast with more slack. Two attempts later I watched my fly creep up from the dark water below being pulled by my line crossing the current, the fish I watched trail it looked like a shark. As the fly passed through the shallowest part she struck, I got to watch again! Female Brown TroutAmazing. I set the hook and she was gone, I was almost convinced I was going to lose this fish after she ran the first time. My reel sang to me. This hole is big and deep, tree limbs, even with the 4x tippet I didn’t want to break her off so I took my time. She pulled hard, and I just hung on for the ride hoping I would be able to land this fish. She smacked the surface hard two or three times, you know the fish is a slab when you hear that deep smack. Once again no net I guess I didn’t think I’d need it. After fighting for several minutes I moved her up into a deeper riffle and allowed her to come downstream to me landed cradled in my arm. Female Brown TroutOne photo next to the rod, three with me and I removed the hook, she was out only a brief minute or two. My heart was still pounding as I stood in the riffle holding this gorgeous fish, beautiful blue glimmer. I held her submerged for quite a while to ensure a full recovery, with one strong push she turned and took off. What a day. I was pleased to get my fly back, it is now in the ceiling of the truck next to the one from yesterday to give me a smile every time I get in to go fly fishing in the Driftless Area of Southeast Minnesota. 

Female Brown Trout

The FlyLeft work, lunch and I spent thirty minutes with one fly and one fish. Drove to the spot, tied on the only fly I tied last night for this occasion. Decided for some reason that rather than head straight to the spot where I know the big ones live I’d chucked this into the first riffle I got to. I did this because although I weighted this fly heavy under the body I knew to fish it deep at the place I was going I would have to add more weight, rather than do that, first I would try it out on the way. First spot I kicked up a female duck, and the fish didn’t respond well to my fly. I quickly moved downstream. Second spot I lost a take and just decided to press on, trying to keep this one to a half an hour. Third spot I made the first cast too short and although one trout came after it, it refused as the fly got closer to me. Second cast was placed right above the pool just in the riffle, perfect. I let it drift for a few seconds, first strip, second strip and then I watched him saunter up, turn and sharply stomp this fly, straight to the bottom. I watched from 20ft the whole thing. Damn.

The TroutWith that it was on, I had 4x tippet on and I didn’t want to force this fish and frankly at the time I didn’t think he was as big as he turned out to be.  I pulled his head torwards the head of the pool, downstream and we would have played with sticks and a big log, I didn’t want that. He dove towards each bank up the riffle and then chased back down the pool, each time I had to turn his head. On the third he chased up the riffle so far he was in 3inches of water half exposed, that’s when I realized what I was dealing with. He came back down and before he hit the pool I pulled him out, landed on the grass. Four photo’s out of the water quickly, I removed the hook with my forceps and got him in the water, I wanted to be careful not to harm him. We spent about three minutes together, I took photos and eventually he slipped up and under the bank I could still see him in six inches of water. I just sat and watched him. The whole thing lasted less than twenty minutes. I packed it in didn’t even bother to go to the spot I had came here for, funny too, the landowner that gave me permission stopped me and asked how I did. I had a huge grin, so I showed him the photo’s I had, I assured him that I let the fish go. I will be sending him the photo’s later.

S.E. Minnesota Male Brown Trout

30min. First Fish, third hole. Watched him come up, on the 3wt. Sick, just sick. Ran up a riffle three inches deep. Body exposed. Landed by hand, no net. Four frantic photos out of the water. A few in the water while enjoying the three minutes I got to hold this trout before he left me. 20+in I think. Heavy trout. One fly, one fish. What a moment…

The Pond We FishedSpent Sunday getting fitted for a tux because I’m in my sisters wedding, while they had dresses to find, we had time to kill so a fishing we went, not for very long though. I brought two fly rods and Joel brought a spinner, the plan was to fish a pond in Rochester that I’ve heard holds a few fish. We got on site and Joel asked me if I was going to fly fish, I kind of smiled. I asked if he wanted to try, then I promptly warned before making a decision that until he could get the fly in the water he wouldn’t be catching any fish but if he wanted I would be more than willing to help him get as far as I could.  He was game and with that we left the spinner rod to sit in the car.

Casting on Still Water

I got my old rod/reel ready for him, put on a 9ft leader and a #14 Cinnamon Caddis dry fly. I put Joel in a spot that had a few casting hazards behind him but nothing thick or tall, I tried to explain in words as much as I could about casting but I guess since no one taught me I just used alot of feeling. I showed Joel the knots needed and gave him flies/box/vest as to spur more excitment, now we just needed a fish. I rigged a Rabid Rabbit and weighted it to sink well due to the fact we were fishing still water, I am not used to this and frankly, I’m not good at it so I had something to learn as well, I did manage to pull some small blue gills out though.

1st Fish on the FlyI watched Joel practice, helped him remove his hook from the weeds a few times and tried to explain things like leader construction/tippet/flotant and why they are important. We fooled around for a few hours in the early AM and eventually Joel was getting the fly in the water. I remember this phase all too well, the “my fly is 2 feet in front of my fly line but I have 12ft of leader inbetween” and although he was happy it might make for a poor presentation. We worked on it some more and although he only pulled in a tiny blue gill I got to watch him, watch the take and set the hook on and after he did so he kind of looked at me, fish on, like “What now?” I laughed, took a picture and with that we had to get back to the wedding stuff.

We spent the rest of the day watching my neice and getting things finalized for the day when Joel becomes my Brother-In-Law, cool to have another potential fishing partner. He asked good questions throughout the day making me realize I may have got him enjoying it enough to practice and sure enough before and after dinner we worked on casting in the back yard. I made him a deal that if he practiced I would leave the rod/reel with him, help him tie all his knots the first time we went out, second time I would talk him through stuff and after that he would be on his own. We might try to get on some flowing water next week sometime, hopefully we can get him a trout and get him really hooked.

Trout StreamHit the water for a short time today. Water clarity was superb, the temp was ~53 on arrival and it warmed to ~57 at noon. No bugs hatching when I got on site so I took the usual riffle sample and found a fair amount of Ephemerella nymphs still clinging to rocks with full wing pads, this is good, recent rains didn’t wipe the rest out. This hatch will be still going on for a while but not as heavy as previous weeks. I found free-living caddis larva and with that set myself up to nymph. Lead fly, Caddis larva pattern and the point man would be the standard Swimming PT nymph I’ve been fishing for what seems like a month now. I used a non-flashback PT that was more on the Brown/Red side due to the fact that I found several more Rotunda nymphs over Invaria which are almost black in color. Ended up taking  fish on both but the PT was the clear winner The question is, was it because it was the deeper of the two flies?

Ephemerrella Invaria/Rotunda and Caddis LarvaI decided to take a different approach on a favorite run of mine. I went with an indicator rig and thinking to what a wise man recently said to me I moved to put myself in a position to cast 3-4 feet above the start of the run, in the riffle. My flies were about 4-5ft under my indicator and weighted with only one extra small split shot but enough to get down to the trout, cooler water temps and a bit of observation told me to go to the briny deep if you know what I mean? Immediately I lost one take, four small fish later I was enjoying the sun. I kept at it, I know there are bigger fish in this spot I just had to meet their friends first. Sure enough I rolled a bigger trout but lost due to the fact that I fumbled with my line and let some slack allow for the removal of a barbless hook. I waited a bit and went at it again, same approach, looking for the best cast far up into the riffle for a good drift. I pulled out three more and then I got eager and lost a rig to some plants hanging above the hole. 

A Very Cool Looking CreatureI tied on new tippet and flies and took another water temp, it had risen 4-5 degrees. I was expecting to see Light Hendricksons show up any minute, in the mean time the nymphing was too good to pass up. I went back at it and on the second cast I put another rig in the same plant…I took a deep breath. In these situations I usually try to think about how I could be watching tv or working. I tied everything on again, second drift through the sweet spot and I had the bigger trout. Probably 16in and beautiful, bright red spots. I made a few more casts and sure enough planted one more rig in the same plant, this time rather than breaking it off I went and retrieved it and my two other rigs knowing I would have to blow the hole, this is me accepting stream karma, move on. I found my other flies and an interesting looking bug near one of them, I thought he looked sweet so I took a picture. I took at least two more out after that from another hole upstream but didn’t linger, I had yard work to tend to. Before I left I did see Light Hendricksons coming off but I didn’t see rising trout, I’m sure had I stuck around I would have. 

Brown Trout

Tight, Close, Micro Trout WaterAs stated yesterday I saw the plan to fish some private trout water near home through today. Called Sershen, asked if he wanted to come scout the stream with me and sure enough he did. We got on site at 12noon and fished until about 2:30pm. We parked upstream from the area I wanted to scout and planned to hike in until we met a confluence between the main branch of the stream and a feeder brook. I didn’t even put my rod together, kept everything in my pack and my eyes open as we made our way downstream. Although I picked a few rocks for bugs I did not spend too much time taking photo’s as I found mainly what I saw yesterday. Today was more about the push to see the plan through, make it to the confluence, work it back up stream, don’t doddle and thats what we did.

Sershen Stripping a Bugger

The trout stream wound down into a highly wooded/forested area that clearly presented a challenge to a fly fisherman looking to use his backcast. As we hiked downstream we noticed trout rising but I had a feeling they were striking caddisfly larva, I could be completely wrong on this after knowing that none of the trout struck my pupa pattern but they did take the Caddisfly larva pattern I put as the lead fly in my two fly rig. Sershen and I have worked out a rythem and we quickly hopped from one opportunity to the next, it’s nice to get into the groove and leap frog your partner.  Working these smaller streams in the summer months can be difficult, in that the plants are already pushing head height which affects both your travel speed but also your approach to most casting situations on the stream.  I lost the first few strikes I had nymphing, I went blind with no indicator and little to no weight for three reasons. 1st, a ton of instream foliage, 2nd the clarity of the stream combined with the low water level made for spooky fish and 3rd because the fish were holding high in the water column for the most part.

Sershen and His PrizeSershen swung a Bugger and I fished my two fly rig on our way upstream. We got on a section that held a 5-6ft. deep hole, I was up first and with Sershen as a lookout I managed to take a tiny brown holding high in the water at the head of the pool. Sershen at bat, Bugger off and on the last strip I watched his line just dive, I saw the ever familiar flash, the orange belly and it was on, Sershen had to turn it’s head quickly before it buried itself in a field of deep foliage. This was the fish we came to see and it was excellent, the picture says it all, after the release we both just smiled. I gave it ago with Sershens rig to see what I could come up with and on the third cast I had a decent brown on but it popped off before we could see it.

W.F.F. Rockin' a Brownie

We headed further upstream and fishing to a few rising trout I lost my rig getting it stuck on a tree branch on the other side of the seam, rather than disturb the hole and retrieve my flies I broke off and tied only the single Caddisfly larva pattern on and swung again, expecting the shallower stuff to hold only small fish would be a mistake, I love fishing no indicator nymph rigs upstream and tight lining them as it drifts to my feet, the strikes can be intense, seeing your leader dart, other times they can be so subtle you never notice. I made one last cast on this spot and expecting an 8in trout I was given a fat 14in Brown that ran straight towards me, awesome.

We fished a few more spots on our way back to the truck, we picked up a few more, I got one on and it tangled itself up in the weeds, sure enough once I had the trout on and backed away a bit Sershen was hooking his trout and we had two on at once, I even had to walk under his line because my fish was stuck to the side in the weeds as his trout was running him downstream, before I could get mine off he had already released his and was working on the next. We stopped and talked to the landowners for a few minutes, I introduced myself, gave them contact information and was given permission to come back and fish whenever I felt the itch. I would say this was better than I was expecting, it could turn into my lunch breaks during the summer.