MickThompson
Well-Known Member
It had been over 2 years since I had the flyrod out on a smallmouth creek- entirely too long. I decided this afternoon would be as good a time as any to break up the streak. I dusted off the 6 weight and hit the creek around 4:30. The water was low, slow, clear, and hot- far from ideal conditions, but I was there, and I was going to fish. i couldn't hardly buy a bite on top, but finally dug a black popping bug out and landed my first.
About 6:30, the shadows got long and the switch flipped. I hauled this nice one out of a chute in the tail of a pool. Another smaller fish chased it all the way to hand.
A couple casts later into another chute in the tail of the same pool produced the best fish of the evening. It went from my elbow to fingertip and then some- a solid 18"+ brown fish.
These fish weren't hitting, they were eating. I had to dig the fly out of the crushers on just about every fish, even several overly optimistic black perch.
About 6:30, the shadows got long and the switch flipped. I hauled this nice one out of a chute in the tail of a pool. Another smaller fish chased it all the way to hand.
A couple casts later into another chute in the tail of the same pool produced the best fish of the evening. It went from my elbow to fingertip and then some- a solid 18"+ brown fish.
These fish weren't hitting, they were eating. I had to dig the fly out of the crushers on just about every fish, even several overly optimistic black perch.
