Got back out to the creek about 6:00 PM last night and figured I couldn't possibly get skunked twice in a row.
HA
Wed was even worse than Monday, b/c I hooked a nice fish on about my 3rd cast and lost him immediately. Saw him flash after the hookset and gone. Late reaction, barbless hooks? Who knows.
For the next 2 hours til dark, not a single nibble. Admittedly, it was windy and sort of cold, especially after I sat down in the water twice and soaked myself in front of a couple bait dunkers who were watching me clean hook after hook full of moss. They must have been thinking - 'those flyfishermen sure complicate things'. They're right in some respects. All that gear, complicated double nymph rigs, strike indicators, waders, vests, blah blah blah. And then I dunk myself twice. What a crap-ass series of events.
Nonetheless, I fished till dark hoping for the best and got nothing. But, for the first time ever, I didn't see any other fly fisherman at the bridge. Just the bait dunkers in the park. At least there was solitude - something you don't get much of on putah creek.
I used a hair's ear cuz of all the stones coming off the other day, a caddis poopha b/c that's my go to fly, and tried some midge patterns. I think the fish were tired from getting crushed all weekend.
Best of luck to the rest of you. I won't be able to fish for a couple more weeks at least.
