Have you ever set your alarm for a trip just to wake up insanely early without it? That happened to me this time. Usually no worries, just get out a little earlier, but not when you're waiting for someone else. Luckily Sean was right on time, otherwise I might've gone nuts.
When we started getting close, we both noticed the unfavorable color of the water. I've never fished this stream when you could honestly call it dirty, but today the water clarity wasn't what we had expected. Oh well, at that point we were there and ready to go. Though we figured if it was a bust we could always try another stream, we still had to give this one a fair shake.
|The evidence: I actually did catch a |
fish on a San Juan Worm!
|The standard size brown|
Sean did his best, but sometimes the fishing gods frown upon you. Nothing can be done when this happens, and no amount of changing flies, tactics, or location seemed to make any difference. Felt bad for his bad luck, but didn't feel bad enough to stop fishing...
|Caught a couple of nicer ones for this stream|
|The aforementioned amazing scenery|
|Lots of the fish had really bright orange/red tips|