Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Some days I go through a fishing trip with only a few goals: catch fish, lots of fish, and some big fish. On these days I become a machine. Today I was a streamer machine. I caught 33 fish, got a trout slam, and landed an 18 inch brook trout. For one stretch of pocket water I completely zoned out and let muscle memory do the work. I caught half of the fish in that 20 minutes, didn't photograph any of them. The 18 inch brookie and a similarly sized brown that threw the hook prematurely were in that set. It was what it was. I had only my big boat box of streamers and I only used a few patterns, and they worked. Sometimes it you need to put in the time, sometimes not.