Saturday morning, first light, perfect conditions and off Dan and I went. We were here with Blair a few weeks ago and we had a great day. Here is the article from the adventure.
We made our way down from the bridge and took in the stunning scenery. The day was calm, pristine and we were both happy to be there in utopia. We got down to where river meets lake. We had already had some action but this is where I wanted to fish. My personal goal was to use booby flies on a sink tip line. Dan started with a short shank epoxy eyed grey rabbit. It did not take long before he got his first rainbow. Then he got one on a Mrs Simpson jigging fly. Then one on a Silver Dorothy while I was setting up my rod....
In my little brain I wanted to get a little deeper where river meets lake. This is denoted by a big pile of weeds and flotsom on the surface where the down stream current meets the resisting wind from up the lake. All of the surface food collects there and the gambusia (mosquito fish) live amongst the rubble.
Dan was using a standard floating line and just kept catching trout under the surface. That is the way we like to do it. We fish fast and target the feeding trout. Using a sinking line is a lot slower and takes way too much patience for me. But I knew if I got down under the surface weeds, I would hook up.
And I did... first was on the Krystal Orange Booby. Then I caught a submerged tree on the white booby and lost it. Then I got another rainbow on the Krystal Olive Booby. It was all a matter of being patient and sinking the floating booby fly deep enough under the floating cover. So it is understood, the boobies float the fly. They are made from foam of some sort and they look like a nice pair. The trout probably think they are just big, googly eyes from a dying bait fish with the bends.
Either way, I was ready for more edge fishing, so we moved along the lake edge. Dan and I took turns with his rod. It was so calm we could see every rise along the weed edge. These trout were on the move so we had to quickly adjust the cast to intercept the cruising fish.
As Dan found out many times, you have to react very quickly and cast accurately to get the next strike. We caught trout on another half dozen patterns then made our way out after seven and a half hours. The video shows some of the highlights and failures. It felt like two hours.
The coolest thing on the way out was when I was casting a Muddler Minnow and pretty much fishing it like a dry fly with some wiggles. I was simply roll casting the fly ahead as we travelled upriver. There was no doubt that the brown thought it was a fluttering cicada. I need a third battery for the Go Pro.
Lou Reed sang our anthem today.
