It's soggy, folks. We've had horrible floods here the last couple weeks. People have died and been evacuated. Still flood warnings out in neighboring counties. I sprouted vestigial gills.
With the waters finally receding, I decided to head into one of my favorite places to see how it fared through all the rain.
Lots of freshly-sawn fallen trees on the way in.
Samsquamch tried to steal my biscuit. I had to rough-talk him.
This feller had a nice paintbrush on him:
The main creek was very high. Un-wade-able. I broke out the 7-weight and a big streamer and hit it in a few spots from the bank. Had a couple very nice browns follow, and hooked a decent one about 13"-14", but couldn't seal the deal. Said heck with it, too much current , too much water. Need to hike back into smaller water.
Good weather for fungi:
Got to the "smaller" water. It was very high. This stream that is usually ankle-deep to knee-deep was butt-deep to chest-deep and moving rapidly in a series of standing waves. Un-cross-able in most spots.
Hit some slack spots behind big rocks and stuff that I could get to. First three fish got my slam taken care of. That doesn't happen very often:
That speck was 9", not bad.
Still too much water to fish worth a hoot.
Went on up to where it started splitting.
Finally got into some water that although high, was wade-able and fish-able.
Caught a few more of these:
Caught ten buttloads of these:
And a considerable number of these:
I was having fun, but wading this high stuff and scrambling over cliffs and stuff to get around the stuff that was too deep to wade was whupping my butt. I was about 2 1/2 miles back in when it started thundering. I got out of there.
Anyway, looks like the fish are still there. Looking forward to normal flows again at some point.
Fin.
With the waters finally receding, I decided to head into one of my favorite places to see how it fared through all the rain.
Lots of freshly-sawn fallen trees on the way in.
Samsquamch tried to steal my biscuit. I had to rough-talk him.
This feller had a nice paintbrush on him:
The main creek was very high. Un-wade-able. I broke out the 7-weight and a big streamer and hit it in a few spots from the bank. Had a couple very nice browns follow, and hooked a decent one about 13"-14", but couldn't seal the deal. Said heck with it, too much current , too much water. Need to hike back into smaller water.
Good weather for fungi:
Got to the "smaller" water. It was very high. This stream that is usually ankle-deep to knee-deep was butt-deep to chest-deep and moving rapidly in a series of standing waves. Un-cross-able in most spots.
Hit some slack spots behind big rocks and stuff that I could get to. First three fish got my slam taken care of. That doesn't happen very often:
That speck was 9", not bad.
Still too much water to fish worth a hoot.
Went on up to where it started splitting.
Finally got into some water that although high, was wade-able and fish-able.
Caught a few more of these:
Caught ten buttloads of these:
And a considerable number of these:
I was having fun, but wading this high stuff and scrambling over cliffs and stuff to get around the stuff that was too deep to wade was whupping my butt. I was about 2 1/2 miles back in when it started thundering. I got out of there.
Anyway, looks like the fish are still there. Looking forward to normal flows again at some point.
Fin.
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