|Big brown on size 18 dropper|
Like I said, I had an idea of the stream. It was early, 530 am when I arrived. I started with a black bugger in a pool not far from the access. I saw a few fish rising but they wouldn't eat the bugger. I didn't spend much time in any 1 spot. I was searching the deep pools and any woody cover I could find. The first eat was a bow.
Not long after that I broke off in some cover. The bugger was getting some eats so I stuck to that same "stick and move" pattern. After 2 hours (that seems like a long time but when you're tip toeing around a creek in chest high poison sumac, ivy, oak and whatever else - it's not...my right hand blistered a day later), I had managed a couple bows and a brown. I rounded a corner and saw about 20 browns sipping something off the surface. My heart jumped, my hands started shaking, and it took about 10 minutes to tie on a dry.
I manged a few browns from that hole, that wasn't much bigger than a 2 car garage. After hooking several, losing most, and landing a few...they got wise to the idiot standing behind them. I was just happy to be fishing dry's.
Around 9 am, I switched to a hopper/dropper and the fishing was...I lost count of how many I caught. I decided to call my realtor and put the house up for sale...unfortunately, there's no cell service in the area. I guess that's my only complaint for the day...if that's really something to complain about!
They mostly ate the dropper but a few wanted the hopper. A 18-20" brown came and took a look, but the sudden increase in my heart rate must have sent him back down. I finished around 1 pm, the water started to feel warm and the fish were taking longer to revive. I had planned on fishing the evening, but I was completely satisfied with the day, and didn't feel a need to annoy any more browns.