Headed down to the river behind the house for a couple hours yesterday morning to break in a new 7-weight that I recently acquired. Set it up with an old English-made Cortland multiplier that I had lying around the house.
The river was a bit high and stained from recent afternoon thunderstorms, but the fish were still hitting-at least the little ones.
I didn't catch anything huge, but landed about 25 smallmouth, a couple of which had enough size to make a good account of themselves in the current.
Also caught a few rock bass and a few bull redbreasts. Those redbreasts are some colorful fish, and can put a satisfying bend in a fly rod and make the line sing.
I was beginning to get hot, and wishing that I had brought a bottle of water. About then, I felt something bump against my leg, and saw that the river gods had sent me a gift. I was rude and refused it.
Quite an enjoyable morning, until eventually the sky grayed, raindrops started to fall, and thunder rumbled. So I waded out of the river and began the long perilous journey of several hundred yards back to the house.
Fin.
The river was a bit high and stained from recent afternoon thunderstorms, but the fish were still hitting-at least the little ones.
I didn't catch anything huge, but landed about 25 smallmouth, a couple of which had enough size to make a good account of themselves in the current.
Also caught a few rock bass and a few bull redbreasts. Those redbreasts are some colorful fish, and can put a satisfying bend in a fly rod and make the line sing.
I was beginning to get hot, and wishing that I had brought a bottle of water. About then, I felt something bump against my leg, and saw that the river gods had sent me a gift. I was rude and refused it.
Quite an enjoyable morning, until eventually the sky grayed, raindrops started to fall, and thunder rumbled. So I waded out of the river and began the long perilous journey of several hundred yards back to the house.
Fin.