Fighting Mad

                                                                             Fighting Mad

6/10/26 

 Sometimes I come across a congregation of trout in far off places in rivers and bigger creeks. Places where it’s not easy to get to except long walks to such places or wading across the stream. I’m not saying that others haven’t been there before it’s just not easily accessible. These are usually on the opposite side of the stream that can only be accessible when the water is low or by a watercraft such as canoe or kayak. I’m sure there’s no secrete spots that fishermen haven’t fished or most of the trout haven’t been caught, I’m just commenting that there are areas that aren’t fished very often.

 The sun was high and the temperature was in the upper 70’s I presume. Nothing was happening on top of the water. The water surface was almost as smooth as a mirror without any shadows and flowing slowly out from the camper. There hasn’t been any rain to speak of and many places the water was so shallow that I could wade across if I wanted to. The trout wouldn’t take a bugger or even wet flies. Maybe they remembered me from last week when I gave quite a few sore lips and they knew my imitation's? Even the trout along the far bank weren’t interested. Down creek a ways there was riffling wavy water that I figured haven’t been fished for some time being it wasn’t close to the road. If people did enter from the road they would have had to make their way through the forest of high weeds, hidden objects, downed tree trunks and limbs etc. If they wanted easier access, they would have to walk through my campsite and either wade down creek or follow the overgrown path of uneasiness. No one has been around for that lately. I waded down creek puffing on my cigar kind of anxious to give the riffling water a try. I figured it was well oxygenated and cooler water for the fish. The far bank looked deeper, maybe knee deep, so that’s where I was headed for. 

 I had a Woolly Bugger on the line and was going to see if any trout inhabited the area. My first two trout were doozies! They grabbed the bugger hard as if it was their first big meal in days and they weren’t going to let any other trout eat it before them. It was tough bringing them up against the current. When I was able to get them across from me it was as if they had another gear and turned down creek with a burst of speed. After netting the first two I couldn’t get another bite in the area.   

 Either the others were wary of my presence, seeing how the caught fish scurried around in panic, or the others vacated the area because of all the commotion?

 I continued wading the shallow riffles, casting the bugger and letting it skirt the area. Most of the time it would get hung up on the rocks and I’d have to go fetch it. Seeing down creek, from about half the distance of the creek to the far bank looked deeper than what I was wading in. I start casting towards the far side and let the bugger swing down creek into, what looked like, knee deep water or so. I wouldn’t say I found the honey hole, but I did find hungry trout that my bugger was too tempting to pass up. The first two fish I caught were small smallmouth. Maybe they were nearer to the bugger when it dropped into the water. After those two it was time for the big trout to feed. They must have scared the smallmouth away cause after the first two I never caught another smallmouth.

 Each trout I caught hit the bugger with a convincing tug. Once hooked they scurried the area down creek to the fact that I wouldn’t dare try to horse them towards me with the 4 weight Douglas rod and 5x tippet. They were strong fighters and worked the oncoming current to their advantage. Some of the rainbows would have enough energy to skyrocket out of the water shaking the line before reentry. When I did get them up across from me, they too had a burst of energy, turning and bolting down creek like a fired torpedo and I had to let line slip through my fingers. Eventually I got most of them to the net, but it was a struggle.  

 For about an hour and a half I was hooking up with some energetic good size trout.  

 By around 11:00 I had enough of the hot weather and the bite slowed down anyway. I wasn’t too crazy about fishing any further down creek. Beyond the fast water it opened up to a wide section of flat water with little current flow. I wasn’t sure how deep it was, but I figured if there were trout in there, they weren’t going to be too active. 

 I turned and waded to the bank. Seeing the hazard conditions on the forest floor and hillside to the road I decided to just wade the bank up to easier access to the road. By the time I got to the camper I was hot, sweating and thirsting for a cold drink. It was 80+ degrees on the thermometer I hang on the outside wall off the camper under the awning away from direct sunlight. 

 It was lunch time and a cold brew. 

~doubletaper