Trout are stupid. Or…I’m just too stupid to catch them. I think I’m really just programmed for warm water. When you make me wear a pair of waders outside of duck season and it’s just a bad day. Trout played with my emotions all winter long.
You know those days when everything aligns and you have one of the best days fishing in months? I had trouble remembering one.
When a buddy basically begs you to take his boat out while he is out of town for a wedding, you don’t say no.
After a an hour round trip to get the boat, and a 30-45 minute boat ride in a thunderstorm – the day didn’t seem like it was in our favor. As we sat in an all but confusing conversation about what part of a shoal that a white bass prefers during spawn – we found one of those magical spots in the river – the ones you hear about at the fly shop – one of the spots where a fish will eat anything you throw at them and destroy a clouser.
We answered our question – it was at the top of the shoal. It didn’t take long for us to lose count of the number of fish we had caught. The bend that 3-4 lb white and hybrid bass can put in an 8wt will continuously blow my mind.
Before you know it, you’ve been on the water for 8 hours.
