Atmospheric Information:
Air Temp: 03/02-45 degrees, 03/03-42 degrees, 03/04-31 degrees
Water temp - between 33 and 35 degrees
Flows: Ice affected - no data
Stream Conditions: Stable, no ice
Water clarity - 03/02 - Chocolate milk, 03/03-CLEAR, 03/04-GIN CLEAR
Cloud Cover: 03/02-sunny, 03/03-sunny, 03/04-cloudy with rain/snow mix
Rig Rundown:
Rod: Echo Shadow II
Reel: Echo ION
Line: Rio GOLD
Leader: Hanak 15' euro comp.
Flies: Squirmy wormy in pink, rainbow warrior, frenchie, radiation scud
The Haul - 2 Outta 3 Ain't Bad (who doesn't love Meatloaf?)
On Friday, I went out with my copier salesman to "rail some browns". I'm not trying to boast, but lately I've been regarded as a dude who regularly rails fish. I've put in the time to catch fish consistently. I'm not claiming to be a pro, because I'm not. But I do "ok." Lord, was I mistaken. Logan and I got worked harder than 2 pack mules on Colombian cartel land. It was a brutal day with beautiful weather and chocolate milk water from increased flows and snow melt. The fish were hitting squirmy's, frenchies, and scuds. However, the regular holes weren't producing the hungry, nasty takes that I'm used to. In the end, we had some good laughs, talked trash, and had fun. I think we'll be fishing together again.
The next day I was determined to put in serious work on the creek, and I was out for blood. Not really, but you get what I mean. I wanted redemption. I tied up a bunch of Egan's "Rainbow Warrior" to hopefully draw some fish to the kaleidoscope wonder and mistake it for an illustrious substance that would allow them to take a trip without leaving the farm. The Rainbow Warrior was just what the doctor ordered. Check out the tutorial below on it. I had it tied to my dropper tag, and used a scud as the point fly. The scud was two-steppin' the bottom with the Rainbow Warrior dancing like Jimi Hendrix in a higher portion of the water column. Bam, bam, bam....the bucknasty browns just couldn't leave it alone. I left the creek with two things that day. First, my prided and dented ego were fully restored. Not sure if that's a good thing, but I left proud of the effort and results. Also, I left knowing that my studying paid off. That's the thing about fly fishing, though. Everyone I talk to/with about the sport....we all say the same thing. You HAVE to put in the work. There isn't a magic fly. There is no substitute for study. There is no magic formula to replace research, trial, error, and continued development. If you're going to pursue this sport and expect consistency....expect some work.
Sunday was a bit of the same. The bite was a bit slower, but the weather was also considerably colder. We had to adjust our tippet and rod position a bit to get to the area where fish were holding. Per usual, the browns were stacking on the shelf of deep holes. This territory, right along the current seam is like a conveyor belt for food. I mean, we're talking NOM NOM NOM territory. And with the ESN rig, you ride that magic carpet conveyor straight to the mouth. One thing I noticed about this deadly method is that 90% of my hook-sets were in the middle of the top lip. It was a more natural drift, and I was detecting a much more subtle take. In other words, as fish start moving further to take food....the productivity will likely increase. You NEED a good drift. ESN makes this a smooth, smooth operation.
In all, we railed fish on Saturday and Sunday. Friday was rough. I think we caught 6 fish between the 2 of us. It was a lesson in humility for sure. We've got better weather upon us this weekend, and I'm headed out to different waters to see if we can't coax some gnarly fish with streamers. Until then, enjoy some real fishy media below.
Fishy Media
Until next time, my friends....
MB





