|Wish we could fish from the other side, but it is posted.|
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Today I went to fish a small stream for wild trout with a friend. I started in a deep old bridge pool with a woolly bugger when he arrived on his quad. He had decided to bring a spinning rod and some small panther martins. We worked over a mile of stream, and I only got one slash from a brooky on the pinky. We saw a pod of wild browns, but the were unwilling to eat our offerings.