January to June feels like it lasts forever, but this year it seems somehow longer. I've been getting out and doing some fishing but it hasn't been enough to recharge the batteries. Spring break has been a promising break on the horizon, and the feeling of, "If I can just make it until then" has been keeping me going. Weston seemed to be feeling about the same, and he even asked me to tie him some flies in preparation for the break. He even agreed to pay me for them! Of course, life has other plans and when Spring Break had finally arrived, there was an electrician and schedule to juggle.
We figured out the schedule so that I could still get out and do something during the week. My Dad, Jeff, and Weston were pretty anxious to get some fishing in and we were hoping to do a trip together. I'm sure they were frustrated when they found out that they would have to wait an extra couple of days for me. Jeff took a quick trip with his kids to pass the time and one of them accidentally shut his fly rod in the truck door. It happens, but the timing wasn't ideal. He came up the night before we were supposed to leave to see if I could fix it, but the repair was going to take some time. I set him up with an old rod of mine and shared some of the flies that I had been tying. He gave me an awesome new net!
An early morning drive to meet up with Weston and Dad and we were on our way. The plan was to fish all day, stay the night, and get a little more fishing in the next morning before heading home. As the sun came up we arrived at one of my favorite spots to fish. We started out tossing streamers and didn't find too much action, but the fish we did get to fall for our weighted Wooly Buggers were some great fish. The fish of the trip came to Weston on a white bugger.
Dad seems to get an idea in his head and just won't let it go, no matter how the fishing was going at our first spot he wasn't going to be happy until we went to his favorite spot. So even when I caught a really gnarly looking male, Dad was still going on about moving to his spot.
Dad's spot doesn't have much variety to it. There are only a couple of places to cast from and it's still water, which means that if you fish under an indicator it's really boring. When the fishing is on (like it was for our last trip) it's great, but when it's a little slow it's like watching paint dry. He loves it though, so we had to go. Fishing was pretty slow, but we'd change flies/colors and hook into a couple quick and think things were going to turn around. But that would be it. No more fish, or strikes, or anything until we made the next change and it would happen again. Weston even brought out the spinning rod to see if that could change our luck but it was pretty much the same story with that. When everyone else was ready to call it and move somewhere else I put on a dry/dropper rig to throw a Purple Haze and a Zebra Midge at some risers. I caught two and had two more on before the wind kicked up to levels that made it hard to cast where the fish were. That was enough to get us to move on and try another spot.
The next spot started out with Weston catching a couple on the spinning rod with a bugger. I started getting some on a San Juan Worm and a Pink Scud, but the wind was too much and we decided to do a little exploring that didn't yield any results. So we ended up right back to where we started and it was just how we'd left it. Fishing was slow, but there were fish to be had if you were patient. Jeff caught his best fish of the trip and I even caught a bass before we decided to call it for the day.
On the way home, we talked about how this could be the last time we go out there for a while and debated whether or not to stay to do a little more fishing the next morning. I think we all knew that we wouldn't be staying, but none of us wanted to be the one to say it. We just started driving home without saying that the trip was over.
Hope you're as lucky,
Kidder
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