08-06-2014, 11:25 PM
I went to the Provo today for a little bit of fly fishing - something I don't do enough of. Parked at the Restoration Site just a bit downstream from the J'Nelle dam. Probably a dozen other fly flingers there, with most parking spots full all day.
The river is running high but fairly clear. I crossed it to get to the Cliff Hole and sure wished I'd used a wading staff. Darn near fell in - and I was carrying over a grand worth of rods, a Greys and a Helios 2.
Worked with the 5-wt and nymphs for two hours. Nada. Zip. Zero. Broke for lunch (I didn't get a real early start because I had a chore that couldn't be done until 9 am, and it's a 90-minute drive.) That's when a thunderhead loomed over, and the PMDs started hatching in the shadows.
I found one lovely brownie enthusiastically slurping flies. I'd drift a fly over him, and he'd come up, eyeball it and laugh (I suppose). Then he wouldn't look at it again. Change flies. Get a refusal, then nothing. Change flies. Get a refusal. Repeat. And again. And again. Eight bleeping times. He kept taking real ones while I changed flies, but scorned everything I tossed. Ya think that sumbeech has seen a lot of artificials? Duh.
Avoided the skunk with a dink brown who unfortunately took the fly deep. Afraid the little booger didn't make it, but I tried my best.
A great day, really. Made a thousand casts or so, had a delicious lunch (an MRE) and didn't fall in. Enjoyed my 3-wt and my 5-wt. Had a pleasant drive.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
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The river is running high but fairly clear. I crossed it to get to the Cliff Hole and sure wished I'd used a wading staff. Darn near fell in - and I was carrying over a grand worth of rods, a Greys and a Helios 2.
Worked with the 5-wt and nymphs for two hours. Nada. Zip. Zero. Broke for lunch (I didn't get a real early start because I had a chore that couldn't be done until 9 am, and it's a 90-minute drive.) That's when a thunderhead loomed over, and the PMDs started hatching in the shadows.
I found one lovely brownie enthusiastically slurping flies. I'd drift a fly over him, and he'd come up, eyeball it and laugh (I suppose). Then he wouldn't look at it again. Change flies. Get a refusal, then nothing. Change flies. Get a refusal. Repeat. And again. And again. Eight bleeping times. He kept taking real ones while I changed flies, but scorned everything I tossed. Ya think that sumbeech has seen a lot of artificials? Duh.
Avoided the skunk with a dink brown who unfortunately took the fly deep. Afraid the little booger didn't make it, but I tried my best.
A great day, really. Made a thousand casts or so, had a delicious lunch (an MRE) and didn't fall in. Enjoyed my 3-wt and my 5-wt. Had a pleasant drive.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
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