March fishing by definition is fickle. Fish are still in their wintering lies, activity is slow, and bite windows are limited. Runoff is sometimes also a factor. Usually I only catch a few fish, if any, barring rare exceptions. As such, my expectations were quite low.
The first spot unfortunately confirmed my doubts. We tried a variety of flies and approaches without any sign of a fish. Never one to throw in the towel, I suggested another spot to try to break the spell. Luckily, my friends obliged and we walked further downstream.
Fortunately, our spot change paid off. About 20 minutes in, I felt a take and the telltale head shakes of a decent ‘bow. About halfway into the fight, however, I realized I had dropped my net onto the bank and couldn’t land the fish. Since Lars was re-rigging on the bank at the time, I asked him to grab it for me. I slowly crept towards the bank, desperate to keep it on. Somehow, I synchronously caught the net in my left hand and moments later landed the fish.
After landing my fish, I yielded my spot to Tyler and gave Lars some pointers on tightlining. Not long after, Tyler hooked a monster fish while nymphing, and it unfortunately broke him off. A short while later, Lars hooked one on a swung streamer.
Sadly, it got dark soon after the bite materialized, and we had to call it. All said and done, it was a fun few hours on the water, and I’m looking forward to this coming spring. Currently, I’m in Pittsburg, NH, targeting big browns with my friend Mickey Cunliffe. Wish me luck.