On Saturday we decided to take the kids on a family picnic. I had never been to Cooper's Creek, but had heard it was a pretty area. We packed up the kids and a lunch and headed to the campground. I had read about Cooper's Creek as being a heavily stocked stream with a ton of fishing pressure. Never have I read or heard of any quality fishing coming out of the creek. When we got to the creek I was surprised that it was devoid of people. Other than a camper at Mulky Creek, there seemed to be nobody at Cooper's. We ate lunch at a picnic table and I took the kids on a hike upstream. After about 30 minutes of hiking we started back. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a fish rise. I looked at the area for a few minutes and couldn't believe it when I saw a large rainbow treading water on the far bank. I ran to the car and rigged up my six weight. I didn't have time so I just threw a large caddis on the end of my line to see if I could move the fish. I couldn't, and the wife and kids weren't in the mood to watch me fish. I watched the water for a little while and was starting to wonder whether I was looking at a fish or just a rock. Right before we left I took a rock from the bank and threw it over towards the fish. Sure enough, the fish scattered up stream. The fish was 20 plus inches.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Sunday, November 23, 2014
The Rod landed a nice bow about an hour later (see image on left). Doc missed a number of fish - probably close to 10 total. Strangely enough we only managed 3 fish between the three of us. However, one good fish is all I wanted, and thus, it was an outstanding trip. The weather was great, and we all had a good time.
That night Brown Trout Zilen made an appearance and we shut down the town. Stories will be told about this trip for years to come....
Friday, November 21, 2014
The Rod met me in Blue Ridge on Friday morning. We had his 3 man toon, but with only two of us, we figured why not pick up another solo toon and float down the upper toccoa. I made a gross miscalculation in distance and drove over five miles above the DH section of the upper toccoa. We put in around 12:30 and after four hours we finally reached the DH. There was little sign of trout during our float, and we realized rather quickly that we were burning daylight. When we finaly reached the DH we discovered there was some sort of fly fishing competition taking place. As a result, every good run was occupied on the DH. It didn't really matter because it was getting cold and dark. I fished for a few minutes and picked up a small bow. We packed up the toons. Although we did very little fishing, it was actually quite a bit of fun rowing the toons during the 7 mile float and along the way, telling each other lies. We went downtown for a good ribeye. A good day on the water, regardless of the fishing, capped off by some whisky, beer, and a good steak - doesn't get much better!
Saturday, November 8, 2014
|Big Fish on a Small Fly|
Woke up Saturday morning to a cool 32 degree morning. Our cabin was right on the river. Three of us started fishing in front of the cabin, while another went down stream. The crowd was incredible - overwhelming. I found a good spot and started catching a few fish. As I was changing flies a guy stepped 30 feet in front of me and took my spot. I've never had someone do that before. I crossed the river and went and sat on the bank. I was ready to go somewhere else. After about an hour I got back in the river and picked up another dozen fish. Nothing big. Tons of fish. I don't know that I'll be back to the Tuck - at least not during a weekend. Other folks in our group caught a lot of fish, and some big fish as well. Nevertheless, it was simply too crowded for my taste.