Well That Was an Odd Day...

Noah and I went huntin' today. The original goal was to scout some spots on a river that I will be fishing a lot more within the next year or so. We caught nothing in that river, saw no fish, and now that I have done a little more research I realize we were not in the section that contains the bulk of the wild brown trout. Being easily bored by pounding clearly trout-less water it didn't take long for me to suggest a move.

We went to a section of stream that has been good to me in the past. Today it was being a bit rude. I suspect someone may have fished ahead of us in the morning.

After a lot of work I did manage to get one wild brown out of a deep plunge pool.

Since that stream was being so weird we decided to make another move. We ended up fishing the same section of stream that Kirk, Alan and I fished yesterday. I caught all of my fish there out of one big pool. Three fallfish, then right at the end...

...I stuck on a bright chartreuse zonker. I figured it would get the attention of any large brown trout that could be hiding in the rocks. It got whacked by a good fish. I missed. It hit again. I set and missed and it gave chase. The sound of the fly hitting the water again made it turn. It attacked. I missed. It hit three more times before I set the hook. I had to horse it, as I had light tippet on and this was no trout, it was a toothy critter!

That was quite a good fish to call it  day on but we messed around a bit longer. No more fish were caught. I would not have expected to catch a chain pickerel in that little stream but you really never know . What an odd day.