On to familiar water. A cormorant was messing things up for use here, and it made the chances of catching a brown that had seen some salt much more difficult, but a strong stonefly hatch was on and a few fish were rising aggressively. I stopped fishing to take some photos.
The frustrating part about this was where these trout had stationed... getting the right presentation from the only available casting positions was next to impossible. I missed two takes before we were frustrated and done and ready to go just beat up bluegills, pumpkinseeds, and hybrids in one of my favorite small ponds.
Rowan, I don't always comment, but I tip my hat to you. If I was only a young man again and able to explore like you do. Beautiful photos.
ReplyDeleteThanks Howard,
DeleteI'm just doing what makes me happy until I can't do it anymore! Presumably that will be sooner rather than later.