Monday, Matt and I headed out after I got off work for some fishing. This is the 4th time I’ve been on this creek lately. It’s come down pretty rapidly from my first outing. If this warm weather we’re having sticks around I’d bet it’s going to get down to tiny levels soon. If that’s the case, this outing makes for a nice end to this excellent early season stream.
Before I get to the pics, there was a recent incident at a local bike “park” that’s made me rethink how I’ll be writing my posts. After getting some attention in the press, and some supposed complaints from hikers, an area known as the Gravel Pit was bulldozed. It killed an excellent riding location for a lot of people, including a ton of kids. Now, creeks/streams are obviously not the same as “illegal” dirty jumps and I don’t consider this little blog to be “press” by any means but, to remain on the better safe than sorry side of things I’ll probably only be listing what river the creeks I fish dumps in to, if at all. I don’t think the story loses anything by not explicitly naming where I am and maybe it keeps the number of users to a minimum. Maybe I’m just falling down the rabbit hole of “paranoid fly-fisher” but really, I don’t care. Even if it doesn’t keep anyone off certain stretches of water I can be sure I didn’t add to any crowding.
Matt was rapidly into a fish. First cast if I’m not mistaken. As this is such a small stream, I didn’t bother taking pics of any of our fish on this day. You’ve seen plenty of small trout if you’ve read any of my other posts.
We fished up-stream for a little ways before things got too brushy. We popped out here and headed back down to the truck to drive further upstream. As Matt put it, I outsmarted myself with my GPS. I marked where I like to stop on this stretch but, the GPS did some funky zooming and I came up a bit short, depriving Matt of the chance to fish a nice fall pool. Oh well, good reason to make one more trip soon. Back to the truck and up to the bridge.
After we took some fish in these pools around the bridge, we cracked some SHIFT, a very pleasant surprise from Matt (I’ve been looking for it at my local grocery store but they aren’t stocking it for some reason), and then headed up for the last run.
While the likely hood of lunkers is slim, I do want to try dragging a streamer through this hole. It’s deep and the fish we took on dries from here were decent for this stream. Again, another great reason to go back. We packed it in and headed back to town before dark. Not a bad way to spend a Monday evening after work.
Tuesday at work I had a shitty attitude. No other polite way of saying it. We’re running pretty light staff this season at the bike shop, weekends are hectic and no “weekend” days off seems to be getting to me. Chad noticed and suggested/ordered that I take today off. AG being the awesome boss he is was cool with it so, I slept in a bit. Had some coffee and read some blogs. Ate lunch at #1 Gyro with Shannon and then headed down the Bitterroot. I’m determined to fish new water this year so, I picked a stream on the east side of the highway that I thought might be fishable and off I went.
Today is the hottest day of the year so far and it felt unbelievably good to get thigh deep in this water. After miles of “No Hunting/No Trespassing/Private” signs I was getting a bit discouraged that this wouldn’t be worth future trips. Didn’t take long for that to go away.
I parked at a campground, saw a guy and his kid heading out with a fishing pole and then had the whole area to myself. Lots of neat little bridges made stream access pretty simple.
I popped down to the water and was into several cutthroat in rapid succession. Moving my way upstream, things got small fast. The creek split into two channels, one had a trail along it so I followed that, it was barely a trickle. I headed back down and started to make my way up the other side but, it was a full on bushwhack. And the water it self had to many trees across it and was too fast/deep to wade so, I made my way back downstream to see if I’d have any better luck/access.
Found myself a nice little run and pulled this guy out before I set foot in the water. Waded out to the middle and proceeded to spend the next hour catching every fish I could in a 50 yard run. I stopped counting almost immediately and the fish kept getting bigger and more colorful. Here’s just a handful…
I foul hooked a beautiful little brookie but, didn’t feel right snapping a pic of that one. Tangled itself in my line as I was bringing it in so I just wanted it off the hook and in the water as quickly as possible.
This fish however, was selfie worthy…
Used my Daiwa Soyokaze today and it was perfect for this water and these fish. My Amago would’ve worked, and at times the reach would have been nice, but a little shorter rod made for some playful fights.
I was about to pack it in, having said to myself that the next fish would be the last (yes, it really was that fast today) when a leg dangled over the bill of my hat.
The fishing gods had smiled on me today for sure. Let this head back to the water to make one of the fish I’d already caught and released happy with a big meal and threw out my line looking for that last fish.
All in all, a fantastic, refreshing day on the water. Refreshed and ready to head back to work after my two remaining days off and looking forward to my next chance to get on the water. Plus, I made a little stop on my way home, why shouldn’t this evening be pleasant as well?
Happy angling all.