Mr T and I had plans to do some exploring for SMB's on the Big River.
The two plans merged and the three of us met late on Friday night for dinner and a few beers and some pregame chatter.
Saturday morning was checking out of the hotel, eggs benedict, hot coffee and dropping the boat in followed by a quick and seamless shuttle. Sometimes everything goes smoothly.
The water looked good...higher and cooler than my last float here, but it looked good. The sun was up and the wind (from a casting perspective) wasn't too bad. The first fish, a walleye, ate an oversized fly designed for esox. My big brother was on the board. Our thoughts collectively were that this was a good sign...
It didn't take us long after that to figure out that it was pre-pre spawn mode for the SMB's and that we'd need to do a little digging and scratching.
The warming shallows that held bass last year at this time were mostly devoid of fish which left us probing the edges, fishing deeper, fishing slower.
The takes were subtle... just the fly stopping. My brother is an excellent steelhead angler and he converted his soft bite experience quickly to the task at hand. It was a mixed bag of slowly tempting the bigger fish contrasting with smaller fish crushing pike flies a few inches shorter than themselves.
As always it was a pleasure to be on beautiful water with a skilled oarsmen doing all the heavy lifting.
It was also great to be fishing with my brother again. Miles and jobs and families don't allow us this opportunity very often.
Thanks for making it happen boys.
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| Mr T...the slim beauty |
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| scrappy |
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| bronze back |
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| I think those guys were playing dirty...is that a jig? |
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| Lunch |
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| rotund |
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