Sorry Jack… I lost all of them… Seriously, I should watch where I’m casting…
Today’s Report:
Was supposed to leave the house at 6:30 this AM, but left about an hour late. My Dad used his fiberglass Eagle Claw rod today for the first time (It’s been sitting in his gun closet for years in the original wrapping) since his last one got broke which was a Lamiglass Graphite rod. Well today was similar to yesterday as far as the fishing goes, except neither one of us caught a trout, but we could see a lot of them.:roll: I tried everything I had on me and nothing worked. I didn’t use the dries, so technically it wasn’t everything…
They were on the bottom in nice little formations just keeping together and minding their own business. As soon as they saw me, I’m sure one of them said, “There’s that sucker from yesterday” and decided not to take anything I cast to them…
So we checked out some other spots, where trout was stocked on the Little Buffalo, and found nothing at those spots either. However, I did find a nice deep spot at the northernmost stocking point and decided to wade across this stream so I could get to it, instead of walking up the bank. This is the most exciting part for me… As I crossed over, I tried to look for a way to avoid all the debris buildup which was situated right where I needed to go. Unfortunately there was no way except over it. Big mistake. Typically I’ve hear these debris beds are full of leeches. Thankfully this one wasn’t.
I took my first step on the bed and I sunk up to my ankle. (No waders or boots, just sandals and shorts) Well I figured that wasn’t too bad so I continued on. It got a little deeper here and there, but wasn’t enough to make me turn back just yet. I came to a nice large rock in the middle of it and got up on it. By this time, the debris bed was over my knees. I looked down and figured the debris wouldn’t be any deeper than before and stepped off on the other side. The water was cold this morning and I sank up to waist in debris with the water level just getting to my vest. It was cold enough and gross enough to take my breath away, but I managed to keep my expletives to myself.
So there I was, waist deep in debris and cold water and all that was on my mind was, “This feels nasty” and “Leeches!!” I managed not to scream and swear seeing as how my Dad and a cricket drowner were there watching. I also managed to make it down a muddy bank without falling, but two steps into the water, I slipped and almost went in. I managed to keep myself up, but it was rather embarrassing being in a linebacker stance in the water. After that, my fly rod went flying across the stream for a nice soft landing in some grass… I had to keep a little dignity to myself, but lost it all when I caught a chub minnow and twenty trees. As a matter of fact, I’m sure those vultures circling back there had found my dignity which was somewhere close to some flies I lost…
And then there’s the most often used phrase in fishing… It was nice to just be there…