Post by Smallfry on May 25, 2023 12:00:57 GMT -6
Fishing trips in general are becoming less spontaneous, family and responsibilities are starting to catch up to me. It's very strange to go to dance recitals, softball practice and having fun at the games while trying to maintain a semi functioning household. I've only been out a handful of times this past spring & winter, sadly but each of those little outings was a nice blessing. I've seen lots of bug activity and hungry fish when I do get out. Once I saw Jeff and discovered my little fly box was severely lacking on yellow & lighter colored nymphs, it was an easy fix. This most recent trip was, again, short, I was on my way home and made the detour. I only had my 7wt with me so I figured it'd be good day to walk around the river a few hours with no expectations. I didn't have my wading boots so I wasn't about to spend time slipping around spillway and just stayed where there was more gravel. I had some green thing with eyes tied on and would plop it around where I hoped there'd be fish. Eventually I started getting little grab n runs but since I've almost forgotten what setting a hook is I missed pretty much all of them. There were bugs coming up everywhere! Little poofy mayflies lazily floating about and caddis hanging out on the rocks. I'm pretty sure I ate a few that were buzzing around as well, not on purpose. I finally managed to land a fish on the green thing so I changed it to a hopper and decided to hang a big nymph off it. It worked but me setting the hook did not. I almost had the river to myself so it was very pleasant. I was still in the river when the sun went down, listening to the fish splashing out of the water for whatever hatch was going on. I was a little hopeful someone would go for my big hopper but I got cold and decided to head home. When I eventually made it home the husband had the AC going so cold I probably would have been better off staying in the river.