Saturday, December 29, 2012
A lingering cold has kept me from wetting a line in over a month. I had the Christmas week off and I saw a break in the weather. I started sending the word out to see who else was interested in going. I wanted to try a wild stream I had never fished before. Another member of the club I had not met before agreed to meet me on the stream. This is always an interesting arrangement. You really put trust in a lot of things. First being on time. Nothing is more annoying than waiting for people. The second is can you tolerate the person? Luckily this guy was on time and a pleasure to fish with. We tried what I like to call the sucker pool first.
It's a place right off the road and it always has a few nice fish in it. This section is hatchery supported and it must be where most of the fish are dumped in. The fish get educated quickly and the ones left ignore any of your offerings. Sometimes you get lucky and a fish will strike but it's rare and you have to be ready at all times. We discussed a plan for the day while watching the fish move out of the way as our flies drifted by. We'd hike up a wild section and if it wasn't good we'd try another stream. I was eager to get the hike started just to warm up. The air temp was 26 degrees and even in multiple layers I was chilled. After a few glimpses of the creek and the first wild trout sign I didn't think about how cold I was anymore.
There was so much fishy looking water but I couldn't even see any signs of fish. Not even shadows darting away as I stalked small pools.