|The Herpes-lipped looking Suckerfish|
Waiting for the water to warm up, we decided rather than wait at our location we would drive upstream to see if there was any water that had more potential. After awhile we concluded our original spot was best and head back to it. By this time we figured the feeding would be more active. Instead of rock climbing down I would head off with Tuck and Joseph downstream and try different water.
We found a nice spot where we could see some rather large fish cruising along the sand bottom. Once we made it down to the river we saw more fish. We concluded that the ones we saw must have been suckers but there were a few trout feeding in the rocky portion. Tuck fished it and I headed above stream of him. After only ten minutes or so I looked back and Tuck and Joe had moved on so I took over that hole. After a few drifts above the rocky section I managed to hook up one a nice trout. It flashed me his vibrant red sides and then came loose after a nice few runs. The few fish that were cruising around were showing themselves and I tried to hook one up. Eventually my bobber dripped and I set the hook hard. Having lost now two good fish, this time I was not going to gently play this fish, I bullied him in after he continued to make a few runs. I was determined not going to lose another fish. The fish fought hard and I landed him just to realize it was a 16- 17 inch suckerfish. I moved upstream and fished for an hour or so until Tuck pulled up in his SUV on the road and called me back. I asked everyone how they did and no one managed so much as a bite.
Since Chul's hole was the best of the weekend we decided to head back there and try it again. Tuck and Joseph headed out first as the rest of us rerigged. I made it down just downstream of the hole and Tuck was rigging up a three fly set up so Chul took the first cast. Within a few minutes he hooked up. Joseph having fished just upstream where he caught a few the day before made his way downstream and then took the spot and after a few cast he hooked up. Then Tuck now rigged tried the hole and he then hooked up. I managed to make my way upstream to the hole and started to cast but after several minutes the hole shut down. I moved downstream with Joe and Tuck and fished the next few hour without any luck.
|Way to go Butter Fingers.|
|My first decent fish of the year, even if the technique was less than attractive|
With Erika's rod out of commission I asked if she want to use my rig and see if she could get one as well. After a few cast she had a hard take and she pulled it out of its mouth. With the day ending we called it quits and headed to the trucks. We waited for the boys to make it back. They made it back and let me know they fished hard to get another fish a piece. We headed back in town for pizza before making our way home. All in all the trip wasn't a fantastic in a fishing point of view but these trips are just as much about camaraderie than it is about fishing. So its always fun hanging out with friends, ribbing each other and general bull shitting that comes with juvenile behavior.