Well .. woke up early this morning, the rest of the family was sleeping so I sneaked out for some trout fishing in my creek. Lovely morning with a bit of fog and the sun rising .... mmm it smells trout!! At the creek I geared up and took a stroll at a streatch I havent walked in 15 years or so. Last time I was there I saw a huge trout sipping mayflies. Now the water was high and a bit silted from all the rain, but it was clearing up nicely. No sign of big trouts so I walked into the deep forest. At the first pool I scared a big fish that moved a lot of water. Throw some muddlers and streamers but I was there to take a bow on dry so I decided to look for a feeding fish. Walked trough the forest and upstream but no sign of fedding fish. Hmm .. walked upstream to the border of my streatch to have a look but no. Sat down for a while and saw two damn minks chattering down the bank. They are preditors and roams the creek for crayfish and smaller trouts. Wish I had my shotgun with me. Well ... walked downstream to have a look and see if some fishes had begun to feed. Stopped by a nice pool and sad to myself .. "If I was a trout, this would be the perfect spot to feed on". And from nowhere, about three to four meters downstream, a big fish sipped in something from the surface. Ohh .. this is something extra I told to myself .. damn. I crawled down on the bank, getting muddy and wet. Sat there for a while and the fish rise about one time every min. This is no bow I sad to myself, and certanly no small fish. After a while I made my move, decided to fish it downstream as it stood pretty bad. Everything was perfect, a perfect cast, a perfect drift and then ... slurp! The fish took my own tied size 15 emerger and I sat a perfect hook on its way down. My 6.6ft #3 Scott rod was bent to the cork and the Ross reel screamed like a scared pig. A big wild brown trout jump high over the water and run like crazy in the pool. After a min the fish settled down a bit and suddenly .... it was all empty and the flyline was throwed back at me. Daaaamn I screamed right out in the wilderness. I sat down in the mud and reeled in the line, It must have broke the tippet I thought but the fly was there and the knot was perfect. My goal was a two kg wild brown on dry this season and that trout should have done it. I felt empty but still satisfied to know that my creek holds big wild browns side by side with wild rainbow trouts.
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My lovely creek in perfect conditions, just love it! |
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The fly of the day! |
Tight lines/Calle
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