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Monday, July 16, 2012
A Rare Saturday
In this spot lies a trout that owes me some flies.
Saturday was one of those rare opportunities for me to fish all day. Jeanette was going to visit New York City for the day with my son. I declined not to go on the grounds that a million people on a hot day all together is not good, especially for me. So on this hot day I was to enjoy some of Connecticut's fine tail water fishing.
Kirk was to meet me at a location on river. As I drove to that location I noticed his truck a few miles down stream from where me elected to meet. I stopped and walked along the river to try to locate him. After a brief search I was unable to see him. I jumped into my car and continued to our original destination, knowing he would eventually meet me.
I entered the river and began to fish. I had a Bomber on, because that was the fly tied on there from my last outing. I cast the fly slightly upstream and as the fly hit the water a trout rose. Of course I missed hooking him because I was not ready to have this happen so soon.....always be ready, I should take my own advice. A few minutes later Kirk showed up. He told me he had hooked up on a few browns down below. We continued to fish this section with good results, mostly for Kirk, but I had a time or two. The fish were rising and I still don't know to what exactly but a size 16 CDC caddis was working.
In a previous post I told of a very large brown that I tussled with in a deep pocket and lost him in some fast water. I have fished the same spot a few more times in hopes of tangling with him again. Well that never happened til Saturday. I was fishing there again, Kirk was just down stream. I cast the 16 caddis into the pocket, it sat there briefly then it was pulled down and under. As I lifted my rod up I felt the weight of a big fish. I yelled to Kirk, I got him on. The fish went to the bottom and never came up. Seconds later the line went slack and it came back to me minus the 16 cdc caddis. This fish lives in this pocket, I know that. He's consumed two of my flies. Perhaps the third time's the charm.
This is a rainbow that I took in some fast water. He's beautiful. What I think is so special are the parr markings on this fish, as well as the overall condition of the fins. Could it be.
We broke for lunch. Sausage and home fries. Cast iron cook so well.
We moved on to another section and fished. It was at this time that Kirk had to leave. I was to stay and fish until late evening.
Lots of beauty stream side.
Around 5:30 I stopped for dinner,a "Boston" strip steak, after which I would continue to seek this rivers trout.
I elected to fish this section. It is one of the most beautiful areas on this river.
The final fish of the day was this handsome brown. Is dorsal was like the northern lights as the sun was setting on this day.
You can read Kirk's take on the day at, "Trout Quest Redux" blog.