Back to the creek to enjoy the sunshine. I decide that it was perfectly worthwhile to get smoked by a cunning brown but that a hatchery tank fish had no right denying me. A few fish chased caddis to the surface and sent spray skyward as I stood shin deep in the flow of my home water spring creek. Elk hair caddis on top, soft hackle fished straight down with a few strips to impart action, the same soft hackle fished down and across, soft hackle fished dead drift, midge larvae fished dead drift...nothing. Not a bump, tap or strike. I changed to a beadhead midge larvae, still nothing. I dug through the boxes in my pack and decided to try a red larvae lace pattern, fished dead drift. Finally the line stopped and I was reconnected with my foe. This time I landed it. Finally.
Friday, March 30, 2012
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