Cast, Strip, Strip, Strip...

Today I met up with Rik Frankel, fellow CT fly nut, and we made tracks to the Farmington. It looked like the ideal conditions for some mid winter nymphing and streamer fishing. I was excited to get to fish some larger water for fish bigger than 10 inches. I was rockin my full sink and two boxes packed full of big streamers and I was ready to go to work. Third cast I got a grab. Silly me, I thought that was a sign of things to come.

If I'm going to have a slow day, I'd rather it be a real grind. I don't want to put in no work and catch nothing, I'd far rather work my hard and catch nothing. That way I know it wasn't entirely my fault that I caught nothing... even a lot of the euro nymphing sharpies did poorly today, I only saw one fish landed. I myself casted and stripped and casted and stripped... to no avail. I got two follows and a few grabs and flashes. Even in similar water temperatures I've had more action.

Honestly I don't have much to say. It was a beautiful day to be on the river but it had me a bit befuddled. I've never seen so little action. This was my first ever skunking on the Farmy, and I'll where it as a badge of honor... I didn't waver from my task. Streamers or nothing.

It was great to finally fish with Rik, and if all goes right, and it looks like it should, we might get into some carp on Wednesday.