Chad picked me up from work and we headed out to Rock Creek. It was probably around six when we actually got on the water. He’s been wanting to reach the confluence with the Clark Fork so we skipped around some holes we’d normally fish in the lower section. He was throwing streamers, I had a stonefly/egg combo on to start.
I was casting through a run when I saw a splash just downstream from where I was casting in a seam. I ran my setup through a time or two then called Chad over. After a few casts something hit, Chad set and his tippet promptly broke. We didn’t get a look at it but it must’ve been a decent sized fish. No doubt in my mind anyway.
A few more bends in the river and we’d reached a section neither of us had fished yet. I had a strike and saw a flash but missed the set. Kept casting to the same spot and hooked up with a good-sized whitefish.
My best whitefish impersonation… Haven’t caught a trout since January first. Apparently I’m only able to catch whites and suckers now. Oh well.
We kept moving downstream, didn’t get all the way to the confluence before we decided to head back up the car before dark.