A Good Day s Fishing Oct. 2003
Yesterday the creator decided to shut off the great wind machine
that s been turned on in MT all week and I had a chance to get
out. Temps have been record highs all week, most day s hitting 80
but with gale force winds blowing it hasn t done me much good.
Yesterday was warm brite sunny and not a breeze blowing.
I headed to my favorite nymphing spot ( The Braids ) in the morning and fished
till one. Had the whole place to myself until a two boats came
down. Got a little ego swell when one of them said to me, " Aren t
you Mark." I replied yes, and he said he thought he remembered me
as I was catching fish every 5 seconds in late July, last time he
was here. He had his wife with him who was struggling. I had gone
over and gave her my secret nymph and she started catching fish
too. He was greatful and offered to take me to lunch. I deftly
replied " I have bigger fish to fry.... ". This is part of my
general program to encourage women to enjoy flyfishing in hopes that
one day I ll catch one <G>
Anyway I wasn t catching them every 5 seconds this day but still
enough to keep it interesting. Having to use very small nymphs I was
having trouble keeping fish on. Just as the boat crew was leaving I
had a nice brown on for a bit at the top of the riffle in shallow
water. He was a very vivid dark gold with lot s of red . I was
able to see him due to the shallow water.
I seemed to get lucky after that and hooked and landed a 19 "
rainbow as well as an 18. As there was no one else there I was
all over the place and eventually would up at the top of the
riffle again and hooked a fish just where I had lost the brown.
Wouldn t you know it, it was the same fish! This time I did land
him . I severely castigated him for his stupidity and told him
he was truly misguided for being in the river in the first place,
as all the rest of his bretheren are in the small streams having
one large reproductive party, which he was missing. Sometimes you
begin to wonder about your own social situation when you start making
conversation with fish.... Anyway he didn t have much to say and swam
off like he hadn t a care in the world.
At 1, I left the Braids and headed down river, gulping a peanut
butter and jelly sandwhich, looking for rising fish which
usually coincide with the Blue WIng Olive hatch. I didn t spot any
for the first 5 miles and decided to stop at the Craig fly shop
pick up some hooks and BS awhile and give the flies a chance to get
going. A fly shop is very much like a pipe store. A chance to hang
out, swap stories and discuss techniques.
Not seeing any heads in the immediate area below Craig I went to
Rhoda s Island. There were fish rising in a slow channel. WHoo
eee I thought. Here comes fun. I , walked well up the
river before wading across :resisiting the temtation to cast upstream. I worked my way down
thru the very slow water and of course spooked every fish in the
pool. I must have put 50 fish down. After figuring out I was the
culprit who had caused this I resorted to making very long casts into
the bank and was surprised when a large rainbow took my offering.
As luck would have it he got off. But in a section that generally
has only small fish I was happy to have run into him if only
I decided to work my way back up the river. Nothing happening around
the Dearborn river and before I knew it I was by the Freeway
bridge. I fished there all summer to a pod of fish that worked
under the bridge thru the whole trico hatch. Hundred of chomping
fish. But sadly they had dispersed. Fortunately there were still
plenty working along the banks and down a small side channel and I
eagerly went after them.
I started with a size 18 baetis and got a couple of small
over eager fish. They hadn t yet learned the cardinal rule of life,
If something seems to be to good to be true, it isnt. As all their
buddies were eating tiny psuedos. As I went smaller and smaller
with each fly change I caught bigger fish; the last on a size 24
psuedo tied by Mike Cherba. A bank feeding rainbow sucked it down
just off a small weed bed. He was tough to bring in , even in the
quiet water. I was pleasantly surprised to find he measured 20" ,
the largest fish I ve caught on such a small fly ! Happily I headed
car , threw a stick a couple of times for the resident black
lab and golden retriever who live near by and went home. A good