A very enjoyable time for me, watching my favorite person casting well and doing stuff.
She was in to it last night and was serious about it.
It was her idea to go out for a while, she even caught me just before a 3 0'clock nap.. We hopped in the wagon and headed for the river. Momma jumps out and bails off the side of the hill with her fly rod in one hand and the "don't mess with me" in the other... Fished just like she learned, close to far an shallow to deep... She hooked every fish in the run and only got beat up twice..
Browns and Rainbows alike.
Some neat things happened out there I'd like to share... My son Dylan was out looking for critters and finds a big golden nymph in transition who's life was obviously nearing as it wanted absolutely nothing to do with water. Had its nitro boosters strapped to its legs and could get to Dylan's hand to his neck before he could reach for it... That little fella is in the air after last night. If my assumptions are correct this species of insect is in an evolution process of getting larger on this river... This year I have seen three of the biggest golden nymphs I have ever seen. Even had to tie up a pattern named after Dylan's own words.. "The World Record" golden stone... I'll do my best to get a good photo of the natural next time I go out, as well as the pattern.
Next wild thing to happen was with a Brown Trout right around 18 inches... Summers was fishing near her feet and the rig was drifting about a foot on our side of a main feeding line where the water was pretty fast... When this big brown leaps out of the water to EYE LEVEL! Right out of the seam... We look at eachother and and the same time say... "Whoa that was a big fish"... Pretty wild to see one jump so high with no apparent top water action.
Next up on the crazy list, Her rig is on drift and looks super fishy at the time... She knows she is right dead nuts where she needs to be... Line in control and Eyes focused on the water... The flies suddenly stop and a snappy set... We both watch a monster trout Roll over... I holler "good job! you rolled him" The rod curls over and takes a pose of a lunker on the line.. Nothing happens.. The fish isn't swimming... It never did... She is snagged on a stick... and I guess, spooked a fish that was watching her flies with a snag... A few ups and down motions with the rod frees the flies and we both scratch our heads a little to this moment... The topper to this is two drifts later she hooked this Rainbow.
She did a beautiful job of handling it and Ill be darn if it wasn't on a fly that was tied with a material that she picked up for me by mistake... "In Yo Face!"
