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I decided to kick off the new year off with some dry fly action. Went to a small tailwater where the flows are extremely low, but the water temp is pretty good. Little guys were coming up to eat midges.
Larger fish were not impressed.
After I fished through all the good water I went back and tried gently jigging a streamer through the spots where I saw (or suspected the presence) of bigger (for this creek) trout. Lots of follows. Three solid takes. Zero fish landed. With the water as low as it is I really only had a shot at one good cast per hole and I came up empty. When I got back to the car I notice that the hook point on my Slumpbuster was about as sharp as a hammer. That's a solid approach to not catching fish.
started the new year with another rainbow, brown. splake troutfecta
stillwaters have fished great this fall /winter which is nice as the skiings been mostly meh
"When the child was a child it waited patiently for the first snow and it still does"- Van "The Man" Morrison
"I find I have already had my reward, in the doing of the thing" - Buzz Holmstrom
"THIS IS WHAT WE DO"-AML -ski on in eternal peace
"I have posted in here but haven't read it carefully with my trusty PoliAsshat antenna on."-DipshitDanno
The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. -Kahlil Gibran
Well, the weather was not pleasant today, in fact it was bitter at times. However, the cold air trapped in the valley creates excellent hoarfrost conditions, and it is bordering on magical.
The trail down to the confluence looked like something out of Narnia.
A bush.
It was very slow fishing today, but I caught a ten inch rainbow early on, my hands were unable to hold him for the picture. Later, on the lower end of the confluence, I hooked up on my trailer, a Northshore stonefly nymph; this guy is skinny, but I wasn't complaining, he was fourteen inches of whitefish fury.
Later, after the laborious task of shedding down to where i could take a leak, and getting some food in me, swapped rigs to a hothead leach with a pink pearlhead pheasant tail hanging off of it. It had been really slow, and there was just enough of a breeze to keep the hurt on my fingers in a big way. I had also swapped out reels, as the one I'd been using has developed a tendency for the drag to slip and free spool (the #%@&!* Echo base reel!). I wasn't expecting anything, where I'd casted, but sure enough, the bubble dunked under, and I hooked a decent sized trout, who tragically came unpinned before I could get it close enough to grab the net, but I saw it, and that lead me to being sorely disappointed, it was a nice fish. I didn't get any more bites, and lost the pink pearl nymph. However, I am glad that I know where a biggish fish holds in cold weather, and feeds sometimes.
I also scouted out another part of the Bitterroot near a bridge upstream a mile or so, there are city no parking signs starting a quarter mile from the bridge on either side, but there are bike racks in a turnout right at the bridge. I'm thinking I'll be pedaling out there sometime soon. The Bitterroot is a bit warmer than the Clark Fork, and there is some good looking water there, so my interest is piqued.
The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. -Kahlil Gibran
One more photo. It was an emotional moment for me...I've been dreaming of landing a permit for a long time but haven't had too many good opportunities, even in permit country. Their reputation as pschizo fish seems pretty accurate--they zig and zag, are spooky as all get up and never seem to actually take your fly.
I had a handful of follows this morning but no takes. Then this guy came across the flat rolling solo. Put the fly on its beak, one slow strip and BAM...smashed it. This little bastard took me down well into my backing in about 8 seconds.
So fun. Extra cool because my wife came with me for a few hours and got to witness it. If I can land a poon this evening, it'll be a grand slam...not that I care or anything (I admit it would be really cool and want it to happen).
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
One more photo. It was an emotional moment for me...I've been dreaming of landing a permit for a long time but haven't had too many good opportunities, even in permit country. Their reputation as pschizo fish seems pretty accurate--they zig and zag, are spooky as all get up and never seem to actually take your fly.
I had a handful of follows this morning but no takes. Then this guy came across the flat rolling solo. Put the fly on its beak, one slow strip and BAM...smashed it. This little bastard took me down well into my backing in about 8 seconds.
So fun. Extra cool because my wife came with me for a few hours and got to witness it. If I can land a poon this evening, it'll be a grand slam...not that I care or anything (I admit it would be really cool and want it to happen).
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Hell yes! Congratulations- I know people have fished for years without landing one. They are wiley bastards.
The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. -Kahlil Gibran
Welp, no grand slam. Casting a 12wt in the pitch black to the sound of the occasional rolling poon was tough. I did hook one but lost it on the first jump...hard to see them jump in the dark!
Sweet trip all around, though. Poon, Snook, Bones and my first permit, all in four days of fishing, is all right by me!
Thanks for the props, all. It was a great day.
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."
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