Ridiculously low water levels and bright sunshine made the trout stalking pretty difficult yesterday. The fish were feeding selectively, and it seems that every time I tried to cast to the rises, they would move to other locales. It was, I'm afraid, a classic case of the angler spooking the fish. The rainbow pictured above was a real beauty, and the result of sheer patience. I finally enticed him with a large hopper, which matched absolutely none of the bugs on the surface of the water.
Doc fared a little better, managing a couple of nice fish - a rainbow and a cutbow.
The day on the water didn't do wonders for the cold I've been trying to fight off for a few days. I woke up this morning with my head about to explode. I guess there's a price to pay sometimes; tough work, but somebody has to do it.
From the medicine cabinet...
The Flywriter
4 comments:
Nice going. Talk some more about this thing you call patience...
Someone has to do it indeed. Great pics. I hope to get out this weekend. The weather is suppose to be decent, plus it will give me something to write about. :)
The Average Joe Fisherman
Thanks Ryan. The Poudre's been a bear late in the fall here. They keep screwing back and forth with the water level up the canyon so what should have been an epic fall has turned into a frustrating one. I wish they'd just leave the river alone, for once. We're getting some snow here now, but I'm going to give it a whirl this weekend.
looks like you had a blast!
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