For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
A not so funny thing happened to me while fishing Sunday. While trying to step over a rock in the stream I slipped and fell to one knee. It hurt like hell for awhile but then it felt better and I continued fishing.
I was fishing the Farmington, where a lot of anglers were also fishing. I don't like close quarters fishing so I relied on a few places where I could find some water to myself. I started out as usual fishing streamers, then wets, and finally dries. All of the methods were able to produce a fish, or at least a strike, but the wet fly far out did the others. For those that follow my ramblings know the dry fly is my favorite way to fish, followed by the wet and the streamer. I have recently received many requests about fishing wet flies, and will address this in my next post. I'm not an expert in this fishing but can give my thoughts on it and I will direct you to a gentleman who can give you some great advice.
This brookie would not stay still. He flipped me off in a heartbeat and I wound up with the hook point in hand instead of the brookie.
On any stream or river one can find solitude. Several brookies and a brown came from this section.
A wet fly brown.
Getting back to that knee. When I went to sleep Sunday night it seemed OK, come the middle of the night I was ready to pull what little hair I have left out of my head. The pain was unbelievable, and remained like that until this morning. Finally the meds have started to take effect.