A few glorious hours

Home for a couple weeks and spending time with the fan up at the condo. Last year the water was unusually high. This year unusually low. I decided to fish a stretch of water that is almost too rough and tumble to catch fish. I only had a few hours before the family woke up but the gamble paid off. Starting at the place where the creek joins the river and working my way slowly up, I found the browns had moved up into every pocket. They were beginning to pair up displaying those tell tale white slashes. I sight fished to one after another inthe clear shallow water. They grabbed nymphs with abandon as they tried to put on weight before the spawn. I caught enough in three short hours that I retreated to the condo with a big grin and thoughts of coffee and sharing pancakes with my daughter. How many more browns lay in the pockets above? I'll fish them in my dreams.


  1. sounds like a perfect trip. Leaving yourself in deep longing mode when fishing is hot requires decipline. Really glad to see your post!

  2. plump sweet dreams. So nice to have a place like this to go back home to.