So here's the conditions... partly cloudy, pre-frontal, calm wind, air temp about 44, water temps mid-high thirties. Those are conditions that have given me a hard time as far as streamer fishing goes on more than one occasion. But not today. I had tied on a funky yellow fly that was basically half Ice Pick, half Meal Ticket in yellow and silver/pearl. The first pool I fished it in I got three ridiculously aggressive takes from a substantial fish. For the first take I wasn't even looking as I was talking to Adam at the time. The next two I was just loosing my mind and did not get a hookset. Once that fish was put down I put a cast across the next tailout upstream and jerk-stripped it across. It got hammered by an gorgeous little 8 inch wild brown.
Two more runs upstream and another small brown came out from under the bank and missed the fly. He did not come back. But, maybe 15 minutes later, in a super fishy looking riffle, I hooked up with a slightly larger brown, maybe 12 inches. And this one was colored up! Easily one of the prettiest wild browns I have caught recently.
Then it happened. We got punked by wood ducks. They spooked every spot... pool by pool, run by run. EXCEPT one... a nice slow tailout. I made my cast and a fish can down after the fly. Two takes were missed. I thought it had spooked when it quickly headed back upstream. Nope. My third and final fish of the day. And the biggest.
And then the conditions changes and the fish shut off. And that was the end of it.