Let's be upfront here. I am not a trout fisherman; not really. I am neither skilled or experienced in the art of fly fishing for trout. However, as a kid and teenager I spent a fair amount of time with my grandfather and on my own chasing brookies in the capital region of NY and the northwest corner of VT. And I'm not afraid to try something new.
So, after a short run and some strength work in the basement, I did what the dude in the Orvis video said: I found the closest blue line on the map, crossed my fingers the rumors from the guy across the street were true, and I laced up my wading boots. The 8' 5wt got some fresh 4x tippet and a nice blue olive and I was on my way. I took me exactly 7 minutes to drive to the pull-off from my driveway...
Another disclaimer, I didn't catch a damn thing tonight. Nor did I even get a rise on my flies (blue oliver, bumble bee pattern, flying ant). However, when I was tromping along the shore trying not to trip over beaver chewed logs and stay out of the quick-sand like muck, I practially fell on two trout that were all of 15" and could have been larger, as they held in a small rapid section. After much cursing, I spent about an hour scouring the area in the picture, without luck. Black flies, the dropping sun, my rumbling stomach, and a fairly aggressive beaver sent me back to the car around 7:30.
|Can you spot the beaver?|