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A cool reprieve with many fishes. |
I intended to
toss terrestrials around this morning, but when I arrived at my destination at
5:30 AM, I could hear the creek.... The
roads were wet, and isolated showers were around all day, so I wasn't THAT
surprised, but I did have to pivot.
Yesterday was cooler and cloudier, so the water temps this morning were
great for a short, early trip. By 10 AM,
I was wishing it wasn’t late July, and I could keep the magic going, but I stuck
to my own summer rules about 10 or 10:30 AM quitting time. Fishing was that good for those 4.5 hours. I likely landed over 15 trout, from my first
golden of the year, to several hot rainbows, to 5 solid wild browns, to finding
a new white whale. I hooked and jumped
one that was probably 24 inches long and just massive. I did not have the adrenaline dry heaves
after he got off because I was pretty sure I was never going to land him in the
current situation. He ate a size 18 bug
on 5X at the end of my 3 weight nymphing rod, and he hit on the swing in a hole
that is just full of big boulders and tree limbs. I think the small barbless bug simply
pulled. He jumped once and then took off
downstream. When I lost the angle that I
never really had to begin with, I knew it could not last. One more leap, and he was gone. It’s good to have white whales, I think? It definitely helps get me out of bed at 3:30
AM while keeping these summer trout fishing hours. I could not call this one a grind,
however. It was humid, but only 73
degrees when I quit, and the water temperature was 64 F. Despite another predawn drive after very little
sleep, the rest of the outing was quite a pleasure.

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Pretty holdover bows and my first golden of 2025 before some wild browns appeared. |
With the brush (and
poison ivy) so grown up with all this rain we’ve been having, I had to walk out
on a bridge to assess the creek fully. It
was up for summertime, but I convinced myself that it looked higher and darker
than it was. With the water in the low
60s and the air about 70, there was fog and mist added to the low visibility,
but I estimated that I had two feet of visibility to start. Streamer time. My dry fly rod was probably not going to cut
it, so I put a black jigged sculpin on my nymphing rod that I was wise enough
to pack and took the predawn plunge—quite literally. This stretch of crick involves some deep
wading, so I was waist deep and having to piss 12 times in no time at all. I caught fish right away and kept on
catching, just with different methods as the conditions changed. Two hours into my trip, the streamer window
was already closing, and I saw tricos everywhere, so I rigged to nymph small bugs
under a small Oros bobber. Even when tossing
the sculpin, I had a small soft hackle on the dropper tag, and that got eaten
early and often too. I caught a palomino,
a stocker brown, and several stocker bows on the dropper tag on the swing. I caught several better bows on the sculpin, most on the hang not just stripping, before hooking something a little different.

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A crick pic and just a perfect specimen of a "North American Brown Fish," and a streamer eater. |
With few
exceptions, I can always tell when a wild one eats (most holdover bows that
have been around for a long time still give themselves away with a leap). This fish dug and shook his head and simply would
not give up. He ate on the swing, and
they always have the advantage downstream, but I roped him in twice, once in
the soft water behind me, only to have him take off again. I generally try to end the fights faster this
time of year, but he was like, “Dude, I am feeling more than fine in 64-degree
water full of bugs and tasty little fish eating those bugs. Let’s do this!” This was objectively the handsomest fish I
encountered all day, but it would not be the last good fish by a longshot. Because streamer eats are fun, I stuck with
it a while longer, but when I approached a deep, shaded, honey hole, it was
bobber time. I thought that the first of
two high teen hens I landed next was a snag until she took off. She just sipped the 18 perdigon on the anchor
and stayed put, so the bobber sunk slowly like it had hit a stationary snag. I
was a little surprised that the fish wanted a bug I would find invisible in the
stained water, but its proximity to the bottom may have mimicked trico nymphs,
which I am told crawl. I caught another
hen in the same size range not long after on the same nondescript brown bug, so I did not doubt
its effectiveness again.

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Hen 1 and hen 2, maybe hen 2 and hen 1. Both solid fish. |
I may have landed
another if I didn’t have the bright idea to take off the bobber and swing a
couple casts through there. One fish hit
so hard that it just snapped my tippet off at the tippet ring. Oooof. I wanted to tightline the bouncier head of
this hole, anyway, so I rerigged with a single perdigon and, after hooking a
couple more rainbows, I landed a toothy male that was arguably the best fish
(landed) of the morning. He was an angry
one and would not quit, not even in the net.
I had to sit with him for a minute after a gentle release. He just chilled at my feet breathing hard,
and it was my chance to have the conversation, “Dude, why would you struggle
more in the net when you knew you were had?
What were you proving then?” I
took that moment with him to hang the thermometer again just in case it was
me. It was 64 F, so it was both of us,
but mostly him. I thought the pocket
water between this hole and the next was going to be bonkers, at least with
small wild fish, but that did not play out as expected. I did catch two average wild boys and another
rainbow in some fun water, but they were not spread throughout the pockets and
riffles.

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A studly male and another gorgeous female before losing a true monster. |
That may have
been a sign that the water temps were getting warm during these hot weeks, and
they have moved from the riffles to the deep holes to ride it out. That jibes with all the active fish close to
deep, cold water. They moved up to the first
drop off to eat nymphs, and there were some risers early despite the color of
the water, but they were not ready to spread out like the summer was over. This happens on the fish-active winter days
too. The bobber can be key. That said, I enjoy nymphing without it more,
so I was happy to hook another mid-teens fish before the aforementioned encounter
with my new white whale. It was about
9:45 AM by now, so losing that pig convinced me that it was best to go. I don’t like to overstay my welcome even if
the fish are telling me there is still time.
The stream thermometer concurred, and the air temp was only 73 on my car
thermometer too, but why be a glutton?
These days in the summer are rare, especially if you are not a trico
chaser. I had streamer eats, bobber
eats, tightline eats. No dry fly eats on
big terrestrials as planned, but I have no reason to complain about that. That will likely be the move the next time I
head out, unless I am lucky enough to stumble into another post-storm bonanza. Then I will act accordingly, of course.
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Bonus college. Some of the bows were solid too. |
That is beyond insane fishing. Great story and great pics! You are da bomb bro! Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks RR! 50% luck being there at the right time, 50% right decisions, maybe.
DeleteI appreciate your modesty. I just watched a woodworking utuber almost mock higher level fine joinery as snobbery. For some reason it made me want to return to your post. Modesty is a virtue, so I'll blow your horn here. What happened in those morning hours represents a lifetime of practice, reading, sharing and honestly WORKING AT IT! In one of the novellas by Maclean, there is a quote I love. "To those who work come moments of beauty unseen by the rest of the world." The lucky ones are your followers who got to see the pics and read the tale.
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I appreciate you, RR! I will concur that it does take work and experience to be there at the right time. Many would still be sleeping while most of those fish were eating. It's not rocket science; it's just time on the water, which no book or video (or blog) can replace. The humility comes from the gratitude for having the time and space to be there for those moments, but that too was also something I had to fight for/make a priority in my life.
DeleteCome on RR you're giving him a big head, he's gonna be insufferable now, lol! Seriously those fish are ridiculous, congrats!
DeleteThanks for the laugh and the props, Dave!
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