Another winter season on the spring is coming to a close. This would be an all day trip. I wanted to squeeze as much out of the day as possible. The day got off to a frosty start. No messing around today, I decided to forego usual fire starting ritual and dressed outside. Did I say that it was chilly? And, the temp continued dropping while I was rigging. The old fingers were a bit frozen and clubby by the time that I was ready to go. Now, I'd packed a bunch of those instant warming packets for years. Yesterday, I finally gave one a try. Tucked into my wader hand warmer pouch, my fingers were at least comfortably thawed by the time I reached my chosen fishing spot.
I waited a bit for the sun to creep down the west facing slopes and into the valley. Once it did, it didn't take long for the morning to warm. Midges would be the main item on the fish menu. Well, at least that was what I was serving. A nice cutthroat came to the net right off the bat. Then a nice rainbow, soon followed by a creditable brown. Ah, the spring creek trifecta. No whitefish today, but I was eye to eye with several and deliberately avoided casting to those. After that it just got better. Fish willingly gobbled my offerings. I thought, geez, today even I'm a good fisherman. The morning, as my guide friend Dax Messett would say, was epic. I quit at noon.
Along the way, I ran into Satoshi. We compared notes on the mornings action. We, unfortunately, would not get to fish together later as planned.
My break was rather short though. I found fish rising in a spot that I'd always avoided. It was a slow moving shallow flat with an even, sandy, mucky bottom. The fish, quite exposed, not surprisingly, are spooky as hell. Fish were cruising lazily, picking bugs off of the surface. Eventually, I was able to fool another nice brown. That was pretty gratifying. Another couple of hours passed quickly. Now, it really was time to knock off for a bit.
Later. Another little run. A slight breeze blew, enough to ripple the waters surface. When it stilled, the noses showed. Gulpers. Post spawn rainbows, now off of their redds, were making up for their period of fasting. They too were cruisers, never staying put, never rising in the same spot. It made for a fun, challenging, and rewarding afternoon.
So, as far as bugs go, it was midges mainly. There were a few blue-winged olives. An odd caddis or two. Even a small stonefly. But again, midges ruled the day.
And perhaps the real star was the scenery. The mountains were out today in all of their glory. I never tire of the view and always find time to stare. It's cost me a few fish.
And since the clock never stops running, the day, as all eventually do, wound down. I didn't want to miss a moment. So, I stayed 'til dark. I was a bad boy. I missed supper at home. Instead, I grabbed an apple and drank in the the view. And so, with this sunset, another winter season came to an end. When the apples ripen again, I'll return.