While my 3-day camping trip was ultimately cut short by bad weather, it contained all the ingredients for a perfect weekend, including . . . .
. . . An early start . . .
. . . Dirt roads just asking to be explored . . .
. . . Rising fish and and no one else on the water . . .
Time to rest and reflect . . .
Although fish were rising throughout the day, I caught my first trout on a BH prince nymph. Later, at dusk, they were keying on tiny flies (26+) that tested my eyesight and knot tying ability. A small rainbow came to hand on a black caddis. BWOs and Adams dries were also effective. Size trumped color.
And while I was too tired at the end of the day to take more pics, I fished with new friends, ate good food cooked over the campfire and enjoyed the stories that come at the end of a day of fishing.
I’ll save the part about limping back to my car through the woods in the pouring rain at 4 am, after spending most of the night sleeping on tree roots, for another post. Enjoy!