Post by Smallfry on Jul 15, 2021 12:51:45 GMT -6
Sometimes my hand hurts from fishing. I have a problem death gripping my rod, Mr. Coach and I talked about that once and he's about the only person who knew that I used to have fishing caused callouses on my hand. Not so much nowadays but that may change again. An opportunity popped up Tuesday and I took the afternoon off to head to the river. The weather sites called for rain, that didn't happen sadly. Luckily there were some gusts and a couple of clouds.
I used a hopper with a chunky mutated version of a pat's RL, seemed to do the trick till it got stuck on some roots. Then I tied on a RFSHN, no surprise there. The first catch was a cute little rainbow on the pat's abomination. As I walked along the bank I could see some little takes in the more shallow riffles, figured they were small rainbows or chubs. I had worked my way up river a ways before I got another hit, this time it was on the hopper and she attacked so fast it scared me. After that I started missing takes on the dropper but it was nice seeing them flash so at least next time I'll pay more attention to those spots. Eventually I came to a riffle that for some reason I had alot of confidence in. Sure enough there was a nice little brown that took the dropper and made a jump to freedom. The brief encounter caused a small tangle and as I addressed the issue another brown started popping out of the water. They wised up to me after I missed one and landed a rainbow out of the run.
Every time I saw a better sized brown rise up and follow the hopper it made my heart race and when they'd actually commit I'd fumble it by setting too quickly. I feel like they only give me one chance and after that they go to their hide out. The rainbows that were interested in the hopper didn't seem to hesitate as much and I appreciated those moments of chaotic splashing. After I was forced to replace my dropper I found a chunk of a rainbow behind a rock that took me on a hazardous trip down river. I was wearing sandals and tripping all over the place trying to keep up with this fish but she got in the net. I think I'm going to start wearing boots, for my toes sake.
I ended my trip conceding defeat to a big shadow. It had come up for the hopper the first time I saw it and followed for a few feet before fading back into the river. I gave it a break and switched to a smaller caddis pattern, that got me another shorter look. I tried one last set of attempts with a cripple style, nothing. Even then the experience was still very satisfying
I used a hopper with a chunky mutated version of a pat's RL, seemed to do the trick till it got stuck on some roots. Then I tied on a RFSHN, no surprise there. The first catch was a cute little rainbow on the pat's abomination. As I walked along the bank I could see some little takes in the more shallow riffles, figured they were small rainbows or chubs. I had worked my way up river a ways before I got another hit, this time it was on the hopper and she attacked so fast it scared me. After that I started missing takes on the dropper but it was nice seeing them flash so at least next time I'll pay more attention to those spots. Eventually I came to a riffle that for some reason I had alot of confidence in. Sure enough there was a nice little brown that took the dropper and made a jump to freedom. The brief encounter caused a small tangle and as I addressed the issue another brown started popping out of the water. They wised up to me after I missed one and landed a rainbow out of the run.
Every time I saw a better sized brown rise up and follow the hopper it made my heart race and when they'd actually commit I'd fumble it by setting too quickly. I feel like they only give me one chance and after that they go to their hide out. The rainbows that were interested in the hopper didn't seem to hesitate as much and I appreciated those moments of chaotic splashing. After I was forced to replace my dropper I found a chunk of a rainbow behind a rock that took me on a hazardous trip down river. I was wearing sandals and tripping all over the place trying to keep up with this fish but she got in the net. I think I'm going to start wearing boots, for my toes sake.
I ended my trip conceding defeat to a big shadow. It had come up for the hopper the first time I saw it and followed for a few feet before fading back into the river. I gave it a break and switched to a smaller caddis pattern, that got me another shorter look. I tried one last set of attempts with a cripple style, nothing. Even then the experience was still very satisfying
