Tuesday, July 7, 2015
After about 20 minutes of working my way upstream I cast to a shallow run of fast water by a big downed tree in the creek. I saw the fish come out from under the tree and slam my streamer. I was then in for the best fight I've ever had on a fly rod with a trout. Despite a six weight and fairly heavy tippet, it was a challenge. He ran downstream a good 20 yards, and kept trying to wrap my line around rocks and branches. I must admit, this was probably the first trout I've ever had where I had to use my drag. To make matters worse, I didn't have a net. I finally landed the fish after about 5-10 minutes. Thankfully, I had decided to bring my net glove or I would have never been able to handle the fish. I didn't measure, but I'm guessing it was around 24-25 inches. Who knows how heavy.
After I finished fighting the above pictured pig, I was sweating profusely and frankly, a little worn out. I felt like I had accomplished my goal, and I could have gone home and been happy. I started hiking upstream, casting and exploring, but not really fishing that seriously. Around 5:00 I made it to section 2 and ran into two other anglers. I found a nice deep run and drifted my fly through the deepest part: fish on! This fish was not a great fighter compared to the first, though he was probably 18 inches or better.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
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, 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
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