While looking
over old posts on this blog (instead of working like I should be) I started
looking back on my first blog "Pickle's Place" and really enjoyed
reenacting this trip in my mind. It was a stressful time in life (one on many
to come!) and was a great reprieve from working, going to school, and trying to
fix a broken-down truck in my spare time...
Craig and I met
at the Shell station and headed up the canyon. We've made this journey many
times in the past three years and never once have we been disappointed. After a
sour month of missed fishing opportunities, I was in dire need of respite. As
we pulled up to the small, willow choked stream, we could see the flow had
receded a substantial amount from just one month ago. It was second nature as
we geared up and walked down to the first of many honey-holes. I tied on a
Royle Wulff and immediately began catching fish.
After losing my fly to a small brown with a deep throat, I
fumbled through a few patterns before I regained my momentum. I tied on a
modified Boots Allen Emerger with a PT tail and body and the catch rate
maintained from then on with about 90% Browns and 10% bows/cutbows.
Craig and I both had great success. I love catching fish on flies I tied and a rod that I assembled. Where these fish lack in size, they make up for in therapeutic value. With my batteries recharged, I'm ready for another week.
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