Posted by Vic Bergman under On The Water
I was able to get away for a few hours this afternoon and decided to do some creek fishing. Because I had to be back before the shop closed, I didn’t go far from town. There didn’t appear to be anyone else fishing the creek and I was pleased to see I’d have the water to myself. It wasn’t a particularly long stretch of water I planned to fish, perhaps 200 yards. But there would be four or five pools and runs … enough to keep me occupied for a couple of hours. Here’s how things went for me this afternoon.
I missed a good fish here, right off the start
On my first cast, a nice trout rose to my SA Hopper, but missed. Not wanting to take any chances, I changed flies and put on a Coachman Trude. The fish rose again, but refused the fly. I changed flies once more and tied on an Elk Hair Caddis. Yet another refusal. I made a few more casts, but nothing. “Smart fish; it’s probably seen a few flies this season,” I thought. I headed upstream to the next pool to look for one that was “less educated.” Maybe I could come back and try for this one again, later.
This pool was a bit deeper than the first and looked quite promising. I had two more refusals, on back to back casts. Another trout rose 20 feet upstream. I managed to get my fly to the fish. Missed it. It was my fault, though, I was too anxious when setting the hook.
Great looking pool
Fish On! … finally. Wait a minute; fish off … it got away! At least I still had my fly. I made a few more casts, without success. It was time to move up to the next pool.
Pretty water, that's for sure
Maybe the deepest pool in this section, with trees and “fly-eating” branches that kept getting in the way. Twice, I managed to hook the same branches behind me. They were too high for me to reach my fly. I gave the leader a good tug and got everything back, including the fly … both times. Had a fish on for a couple of seconds, before it slipped the hook. I was beginning to wonder whether I should have stayed at work, instead. The last pool was just around the corner.
Yet another good pool
I cast my fly onto the water and lost sight of it. A trout rose, but I couldn’t tell whether it was to my fly. It was. I didn’t set the hook in time. Another missed opportunity. A couple of casts later and there was another rise to my fly. This time, I did everything right. The trout jumped from the water a couple of times before I was able to land it. A decent cuttbow for this creek.
A colorful cuttbow
POOL #1 (One More Time)
On my way back to the truck I decided to try the first pool one last time. I re-attached the SA Hopper to my tippet and crawled on my hands and knees, until I was in position. A trout rose in the tail-out of the pool, just as some people drove by in a black jeep. They didn’t see me and I started to cast. The fish came to the surface and took my fly. I quickly landed the trout, a 12-inch cutthroat. Nice fish, but not the one I had seen earlier. I made a few more attempts, without as much as a look by another trout.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. If the trout wasn’t going to come up to a dry, maybe going down with a nymph would be the answer. I attached 18 inches of 6X tippet to the hopper and tied on a #16 Copper John. I cast the flies into the current flowing against the grassy bank and watched the dry fly as it drifted toward me. It only floated a few feet, before it disapearing under the surface. As soon as I set the hook I knew it was the fish I’d seen a couple hours earlier. The rainbow trout provided a good work-out for my rod and arm. Shortly after landing the trout, I headed back to the shop. I had a big smile on my face.
A great way to end the day!