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| A glassy trib that held dozens of last year's parr. |
About three hours into grading papers at home, my
internal Fish-Bit went off, so I grabbed my 3 weight rod and my pack and headed
to Valley for a few stolen moments before I had to do the bus stop routine. I picked a heck of a day to wet wade for the
first time this year! It was windy and
maybe 60 degrees, and the water is always cold at Valley, but my thinking was
that I was not going to be wading as much as I would be hiding in the bushes,
kneeling. Plus, I thought it was warmer;
I have gotten used to 70 and 80 degree days being the norm this spring, like
many of us, I suppose. The woods around
the park are getting rather verdant already, and the fish are always gorgeous even
if many of them are small, often the most cooperative ones, too....
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| Had some action on the scud in a couple deep holes. |
The creek was typically Valley low, but I was happy to
see some color to the water, which would hide me at least a little. I was rigged up with a dry dropper, but at
midday, I only put down one riser with a limb-wrapping back cast (just one more
foot, one more inch… oops…). The slight
stain allowed me to nymph two small wild browns out of a pair of deep holes,
and I swung and missed on another and dropped one after a short fight. By the time I had to leave for home, I had
fished and hiked about 90 minutes, and I had three nice photos to show for it. I
would say it was worth the short trip.
The highlight was seeing a healthy population of what were likely last
year's brood stacked up in a little tributary. Keep eating and thriving, boys and girls.
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| American Beauty homage?? |
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