09-28-2010, 09:45 PM
When I went down the Star to Middleton stretch with my dad I didn't have any luck but he did well on a Meps spinner (Two rainbows and one nice brown).
I went out today to the downtown stretch. I ended up fishing right across from Boise State because, well, I spent several years driving there when I was a student and, absent anything else, that's my default destination.
I was on one of the little islands right across from Taco Bell Arena. I was using dry flies and a casting bubble with my spinning rod. I'm trying to learn all I can with flies before I (hopefully) get a fly rod this winter. The learning curve started small :
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I then caught a decent sized rainbow planter. Put him on my stringer and continued fishing. I caught a slightly larger sized rainbow, was figuring out if he was wild or planted and he got away, making the "keep him or not" decision moot. I fished a little bit more. I had left my trout staked in the dirt at a spot I was confident he couldn't get away and was walking a short distance of shore, until I got tired of loosing flies and casting bubbles. I watched a little guy that was some swimming relative of a weasel (couldn't tell you witch one off the top of my head) then walked back to where I left the fish. Hadn't been gone for more than a few minutes, but I think the weasel (whatever his family name is, he became a weasel at that point) made off with him. No way the trout could have pulled the stringer out at that angle. So, realizing that,even in the middle of Boise, Nature had beaten me, I called it a day.
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I went out today to the downtown stretch. I ended up fishing right across from Boise State because, well, I spent several years driving there when I was a student and, absent anything else, that's my default destination.
I was on one of the little islands right across from Taco Bell Arena. I was using dry flies and a casting bubble with my spinning rod. I'm trying to learn all I can with flies before I (hopefully) get a fly rod this winter. The learning curve started small :
I then caught a decent sized rainbow planter. Put him on my stringer and continued fishing. I caught a slightly larger sized rainbow, was figuring out if he was wild or planted and he got away, making the "keep him or not" decision moot. I fished a little bit more. I had left my trout staked in the dirt at a spot I was confident he couldn't get away and was walking a short distance of shore, until I got tired of loosing flies and casting bubbles. I watched a little guy that was some swimming relative of a weasel (couldn't tell you witch one off the top of my head) then walked back to where I left the fish. Hadn't been gone for more than a few minutes, but I think the weasel (whatever his family name is, he became a weasel at that point) made off with him. No way the trout could have pulled the stringer out at that angle. So, realizing that,even in the middle of Boise, Nature had beaten me, I called it a day.
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