JP and I headed back to thee crick last Sunday, hoping for caddis and getting none. I fished my brains out with an elk hair caddis and a dropper and caught very few. The word must've leaked out about last weekend because the long rod warriors were out en masse. We found a section of stream that was vacant of other anglers (and, seemingly trout) and worked it over hard. It was one of those 65 degree April days when there was just enough green happening that you know it's spring. The water was running clear, the cardinals were singing, the fishing was great but the catching sucked
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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