I haven’t got out much to fish this year. I went on my lunch hour once or twice to an oversized pond, and I’ve been on the river twice. I worked the late shift which gave me a chance to go out the following day on a weekday, and my wife, the best wife in the world, told me to go and to relax.
So, I went to what I call the homewaters and was able to get almost a half a day of fishing time out on the river. When I first arrived, i was a little disappointed because someone was fishing in the “good” spot. Actually, it is the place where I can guarantee I’m going to catch at least one fish. I figured I’d have the whole place to myself in the middle of a weekday. This was also the peak of the new moon, and I thought that might help out the fishing, but that didn’t seem to help so much. Lastly, I was disappointed in how much the river was overgrown with weeds. It was awful. What used to be nice runs of gravel looked like green sludge.
Well, I caught a few rock bass at one of the first holes. As I looked back, the guy who was fishing at the entrance had followed me and was watching me… well, watching the fly fishing more likely. I like how every so often there is a guy fishing with bait, and they are extremely interested in what you are doing fly fishing. It is like Darth Vader in Return of the Jedi. Fishing was once fun and happy, like little Anakin Skywalker. The you grow up and need relaxation from the daily grind , so you go worm dunking once in a while and join the dark side. Then one day you see a fly fisherman who has a smile on his face and is overly eager to go fishing, and you realize that standing on the shore and throwing slimy earthworms into a pond just isn’t all there is. You revolt, and come back to the light side… fishing becomes fun again. Here is a shot from the light side:
Anyways, I caught a few fish and eventually made it down to my honey-hole. And all of a sudden I see a fish that was at least 16″. Then two or three more. Then an entire school of fish show up, and I was pretty sure they were spawning. At first it looked like a huge brook trout, but that would be impossible. With the glare on the water, it was heard to make out what they were. Seeing as this river isn’t really a cold-water fishery (even though it is close), my best guess is that it was some type of sucker. They seemed to be fighting each other off like I’ve seen salmon do during spawning. It was pretty cool to stumble onto these fish.
I threw a bunch of different flies at them, but probably should have tried a nypmh seeing as they were staying so close to the bottom. They didn’t seem to want anything I put in front of them, but at least I tried. After that it was time to get going, but I did end up catching a decent red-eye out of the same hole:
A nice way to relax…