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We reached the water after 2pm or so and started to hike downstream to a section Chul thought would have bigger fish. The trail was pulling us away from the river so we climbed down a section to get near the river. Once near the water we could see snouts rising, sipping on the surface. And we split out a bit to check out other pieces of water. Chul and I moved further downstream while Tuck and Tyson rigged up. I hit the first pool and on the first cast I had a rise on my dry. As I raised the rod, I missed it as I had too much slack on my leader. This would be an ongoing theme of the day.
Eventually I was able to start landing some trout. The first fish, I set the hook so hard I lifted the dink out of the water and flung him about 6 yards behind me. At least for me, no fish were big but what they lacked in size the fish made up for on beauty. Coloration on these trout never ceases to amaze me, I love the blue parr marks blended in with the red stripe. Many of the trout seemed to be very dark, almost a grey similar to that of the fish from the West Fork of The San Gabriel. I don't know why that is, I can only imagine it has to do with the overhead canopied trees has something to do with it.