Finally I get to use terms like, I caught a fish such and such,......Taken' on a such and such.................
Today I took two nice Bows on the North Fork of the Feather in Pulgas. 12" and a 14", first on a red midge 16 and second on a green Flash Back 18. My buddy took a nice 16".
Water was cold and it seemed they were still hunkered down. We worked it for from about 10:30 till 4:00. So 3 total the whole day.
Still had the joint to ourselves with one lady from SF, and I now like people again......
PS - I was in the open season section.
-- Edited by the big j on Monday 6th of April 2009 04:25:41 PM
Yea that was a long slow day on cold water. I slipped and bashed my shin so hard I wanted to throw up. Tossing everything at every good run, hole, bucket. Weather beatiful, bugs here and there, stones, small BWO's, some caddis, craneflies. Water looked grrreat but it was damn cold. No fish revealing their hidey holes and I didn't even get to spook out any pools like I normally do. At the very first pool when arriving at the water a nice size rainbow porpoising across a long pool, flips its tail and its gone. Bugs already bumping into my glasses. I sez to the Big J, "The day is ours!" and remove my 9" Perf Ply Axe of Doom and slash the water for the next six hours with nothing to show. The Big J is unfased and able to fool two wiley trout for his efforst and tries to comfort me with a pat on the back. "keep at it chump." Small light stone myphs here and there, maybe a #14 hairs ear methinks? I tie one on and continue stumbling along the rocks, feeling weak as I chug a Red Bull and a handful of jerkey, hands blindly grasping for salvation as I trudge through the afternoon sun. I finally throw myself onto the warm rocks, determined to stay where I fell, sobbing and sniffling as one hand grasping a granite rock as my "bubby" the other absently waving my rod in the air in a comatose spasm of sorrow. The GRHE has another idea and my line taking a mind of its own, slinking into the current, Then the tug, "who what?!" sez I, lifting my head in shock "another snag?" Then the snag propells upstream, launching itself into the sunlight and blinding me with its glory. I wipe the tears of mourning from my eyes, clench my jaw and settle in for the battle, teetering my my delirium, trying in vain not to dunk myself in the process. Finally to net and I hold it to the sky in triumph like the newborn in Roots. I'm pretty sure it winked at me.
...same pool I saw the porpoising fish when we first arrived. I could have just sat there and taken a nap from the get go instead of clocking 15 miles up and down the river. I needed another Red Bull to make it home...and then overslept for work.
And you left out the part about throwing boulders into my runs my good brother!! I had torn a tree asunder and had it poised and ready to smote you while your back was turned on that second hook-up, but I got distracted by some pretty clouds. Just wait until we go upriver, I'll be slinging buzz-trout for every bent rod that I don't possess. The trout, they know I am coming, ...and they are laughing...
the big j wrote:
McHellfire, the Roots analogy is genius! But you left out the best part, I caught two fish
