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| I thought I recognized this little guy. |
I had a couple
hours to sneak out before the wind and rainstorms arrived on Sunday
afternoon. It was midday, and I didn’t
want to chase stockers or contend with the warm day crowds at Valley, so I paid
my annual visit to this little crick that remains on the natural reproduction
list. The water was low, and was low all
winter, so probably locked in ice. I did
not spook a fish for the first hour, and this was in three deep holes where I have always
observed a couple trout each year since I've started looking. I went
as far as to jump on some hiding places and undercuts to see what might
scatter. Nada. I saw some fry of some kind in shallow pools,
so maybe they were trouts because I could not get a chub or minnow to hit in
the first section I visited. I took a
short ride and didn’t fish a second winter honey hole because I saw five cars
and several walkers with dogs (off leash, of course) in this section. One more short drive to my other ace in the
hole produced a single wild brown trout.
Yay? I think I caught this fish
last year in the same spot! He hit a small natural colored jig streamer in a deep, narrow run. At least it was a little something for the effort and evidence that there are still some in there. Granted
conditions were fronty as heck, windy and low pressure, and the water was low
and gin clear, so more fish had to be holding on somewhere. I caught a dozen one and two year olds last
March, so I will try to remain hopeful. A freestone creek a few miles from a major US city in a developing area,
however, so I have to be realistic too.
It was better than chasing stockers, and I got some steps in? Yes, I am overdue for a real trip one of these
days!
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| Low and pretty barren, at least on this strange weather day. |
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