Spot A quickly produced two wild brookies. They’re always a joy to see. Beautiful colors, and I always admire these fish for surviving through all sorts of conditions. Catching them didn’t take much skill, as the water was quick and a size 20 X-Caddis did all the work.
I had high expectations for Spot B, which has generated high volumes for me in the past. Fish started rising steadily 30 min. after I got there. My eyes got big, and my tongue was sticking out of my mouth.
And, I mean, barely any looks. Two takes, and I unfortunately pulled the hook too fast both times. I cycled through a bunch of flies, switched positions a few times, changed my casts and their angles, and, departed feeling that trout can sometimes be hard to figure out.
Moved to Spot C and continued to do “dries or die.” Sun was high and bright by this time, and I could feel everything get warmer. Not much bug activity, and so, I decided to throw a large Elk Hair Caddis which did well for me on a prior trip. With all of the orange gypsy moths flying around, I figured it again was worth a shot.
The wind was really gusting at this point, and it was hard to cast at times. But, there were windows of opportunity to cast true.
Out of nowhere, a fish slowly rose and leisurely sucked down the fly. Miraculously, I waited a second and did not jerk the fly out of its mouth. A few surges later, a feisty bow came to the net. Maybe 12″ or 13″? Here is a photo of it, with the fly in the corner of its mouth. Sorry for the poor resolution.
Had a great time fishing next to John, who works at Orvis Peabody. We compared notes, and it was a fun chat.
Left the water before noon to make it back home to help out with some chores. It was a beautiful morning.