The boat was loaded with 4-9 weights. The cooler was packed with calories and attitude enhancers. Dozens of fly condos were included, everything from 8" double articulated streamers to size 22 emergers found their way onboard the hog island. We were covered for high water or no water...
Luck was on our side and the predicted generation schedule was actually, accurate. We waded the shoals during the morning hours and threw streamers in high water each afternoon. It was an interesting trip.
The mornings were very productive, which made it easy to foolishly throw every streamer in the boat during the afternoon. The blue bird skies had the browns on lock down. I had two really nice fish rush out and give the illusion of interest only to disappear back into the flow. That's the game...
Aside from he normal residents, two lost tourist were found near the dam. The first nearly pulled the 6wt out of my hand when it ate. My heart was pounding with the excitement of a potentially huge trout running away from me. I gave chase and attempt to turn it, that's when I saw the silver flash under the surface, his identity was no longer a secret. A hybrid bass had stolen my joy.
Like I said, "it was an interesting trip." I'm really looking forward to the Fall fishing season. More people in the woods hunting and less people on the water...that's why I love Fall!
