Well, as promised I was going to try my new favorite streamer, the River Minnie, on a wild Trout river this past Sunday. We made the plans and Rick and I pulled up stakes at around 10:00 and headed to our favorite spot. The drive up was filled with stories of past trips, flies, fly tying, and many other things. These driving discussions are something I have really come to enjoy, it is part of the whole fishing experience for me. A little cooler than we thought, but an overcast day is usually a good thing and the anticipation of a good day was high.
As if we needed any more excitement on the way up we saw this on the side of the road. It is funny that just the other day a customer was in the shop and we were talking about this very thing. I cant remember the last time I have seen one of these, but I bet it has been at least 20 years ago.
As if we needed any more excitement on the way up we saw this on the side of the road. It is funny that just the other day a customer was in the shop and we were talking about this very thing. I cant remember the last time I have seen one of these, but I bet it has been at least 20 years ago.
If this isn't a sign I don't know what is!
We arrived at our spot and hatched the plan that I would walk up river a good ways and fish back down. Rick would fish the lower section, fish up and we would meet in the middle. (this isn't really a plan, we do this just about every time we fish here. It just sounds better when I say we "planned it out").
On my walk up I was taking note of the water, It had that green look of Winter water, running high and a little turbid. Perfect streamer water I thought to myself.
On my walk up I was taking note of the water, It had that green look of Winter water, running high and a little turbid. Perfect streamer water I thought to myself.
I did come across an interesting sight on my walk up. At first I thought it was a Turkey, as I got closer I realized it was not.
The bottom picture is a little crappy, but it is the skull a mature Red Tail Hawk. With the exception of an Owl I am not sure what could kill a mature Red Tail. Rick seems to think it succumbed to the cold, another indication of the Winter we have had this year. At any rate I don't think I have ever found a dead one before.
Well boys, this is the point in each report where I start to put up fish pictures, talk about the fishing and say what a great day we had. Not this time! I fished the Minnie for almost 4 hours. I had one fish on for about 3 seconds and saw another flash at the streamer, and that was it. I was sure things were going to change any minute so I stuck with the streamer. I swung it, twitched it, stripped it and even dead drifted it and NOTHING! I knew Rick would be nymphing and was confident he was "tearing it up" When we met up he was sitting on the bank taking pictures. After our debriefing it turns out I had the banner day with one take and one flash.
It is not too many times I am forced to report a double skunk, especially when fishing with Rick, It was just one of those days. Oh well, we did what any good fishermen would do. We admitted defeat, tipped our hats to the fish and and drug our cold, shivering beaten bodies back to the truck. "That's ok" we said. we'll get em next time! Until then...
Loose Lines...Tim
Well boys, this is the point in each report where I start to put up fish pictures, talk about the fishing and say what a great day we had. Not this time! I fished the Minnie for almost 4 hours. I had one fish on for about 3 seconds and saw another flash at the streamer, and that was it. I was sure things were going to change any minute so I stuck with the streamer. I swung it, twitched it, stripped it and even dead drifted it and NOTHING! I knew Rick would be nymphing and was confident he was "tearing it up" When we met up he was sitting on the bank taking pictures. After our debriefing it turns out I had the banner day with one take and one flash.
It is not too many times I am forced to report a double skunk, especially when fishing with Rick, It was just one of those days. Oh well, we did what any good fishermen would do. We admitted defeat, tipped our hats to the fish and and drug our cold, shivering beaten bodies back to the truck. "That's ok" we said. we'll get em next time! Until then...
Loose Lines...Tim
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