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Started by mattnmtns, October 14, 2011, 23:55:18 PM
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While I have been fishing, it has been too long since I have really gotten away and gone for a backpacking and fishing trip where I was off the grid for a few days. Between kids, a new job, remodeling our kitchen, and just generally too damn busy I really haven't fished much this past year. My new boss pretty much told me I had to take some days off and I sure didn't feel like arguing. I devised a plan to go fishing and backpacking to a special place with an old friend that requires a bit of drive and even more of a hike.
As time came to go, life and the weather seemed to be working against us. It didn't matter though. Only ill preparedness and bad attitudes would have prevented this trip and neither could be accounted for.
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After hiking for a couple of hours we were finally at the spot we were going to camp. With the weather being dicey we decided resist the urge to jump in the creek and fish. Instead we set up camp, gathered ample firewood and got what would be our house for the next few days in order.
Both of us being ex smokers we both kind of assumed that the other would have a lighter on them. Not exactly the case, and that would be about the time it started raining. Fortunately I keep and flint and striker kit in my survival kit along with some petroleum jelly soaked cotton balls. Even with the rain we manged to get a fire going. I have to admit, I was quite pleased. Especially considering that I have failed at getting a fire started in this particular stretch with a lighter and white gas. As I put the fire starter back in its proper place I realized I did in fact have a lighter in the survival kit. My friend probably thinks I was just tyring to be a show off. Truth be told I didn't know it was there, and the fire would have never got going with out some team work.
I will admit that it felt pretty good being able to start a fire going without a lighter and that was the way the rest of the fires for this trip were made. The combination of the two are highly recommended. The rain ended up clearing out and a nice dinner and a few drinks by the fire were very much appreciated and enjoyed.Guests are not allowed to view images in posts, please Register or Login
After eating some breakfast, which was a couple of granola bars, we geared up. I decided to take my little 6' 2/3wt Lamiglass Honey Glass rod. I have used this rod probably more than any during the past year and even my Scott G felt like a broom stick in comparison. You can really paint the water with this little rod. It takes some time geting used to the ultra slow action and the noodle like action, but it is a perfect small stream brook trout rod. Even the smallest of trout has you doubled over and you can feel every twist and roll of the fish as they are trying to through your hook.
We hiked on up to where we had stopped the previous day and put in at a very promising looking plunge pool. None in the pool to be had though. It wasn't long before a fish was on. As the day progressed the fishing proved to be tough again, or at least tougher than I remembered. We would have a lot of success for a time and then it would shut off, then back on, then back off. However native brookies were being caught and some decent sized ones at that. They just weren't coming in the numbers that I have had on other trips. Then again the lat time I had been there I had one of those seldom "perfect" days where it semed like you could do no wrong and there was a fish on practically every cast. This day we were working for them, but for me I can tell you it was a labor of love.
There wasn't any particular fly that was the go to fly. I changed up a fair amount and seemed to have decent success on most flies. For the most part I was fishing a 12 or 14 dry with a dropper. The dry was anything from a para wulff to a elk hair caddis. The dropper a copper john to weenies.
As we fished on up the stream, I again would notice a rock or bend or other landmark would trigger a memory. It was like reaquinting yourself with an old friend where you have allowed too much time to pass since seeing them last. Catching numbers of fish seemed less and less important. As someone I know used to say, "Quality not quantity!" If nothing else this stream is quality.
I have to admit after about an hour or so with no fish I started to become a bit frustrated. The thought even crossed my mind to bag it, head back to camp and pack on out. It was abou that moment I realized how absurd it was to be getting frustrated while standing in the middle of a beautiful creek. I got out, hiked on up a few hundred yards broke off my double fly rig and tied on a small parachute adams. I had let go of trying to catch a fish and in all honesty really began to simply enjoy casting that little noodle of a rod. I started challening myself if I could get the fly under a certain branch or to lay just right on the seam of a riffle. It wasn't before long fish started to become byproduct of my casting. The fish were a bit smaller, but the further I hiked and fished up the more plenitful they became. From that point forward he rest of the day was absolutely amazing. I felt like I was painting my master piece.
Neat! Pretty pictures.
nice beefy looking brookie.
That's a successful get-away. Looks like you enjoyed your mandatory days off. Good job.
awe hell, I need some of that...good show!
That looks like time off much needed and well spent! That Brookie you caught had some length to it.
Beautiful report. Well said and photos were great! Felt like I was there. Thanks for sharing!
that is a nice size brookie
Well done Matt, never made it up there this year. A report of epic proportions! bd;0