Fishing is a most humbling sport.
I could hardly sleep last night, anticipating the almost perfect trout fishing conditions of this morning.
I was going to a pond that has humbled me on a number of occasions.
I was unbelievably upset when upon my arrival, the sky went cloudless and the temps rose like a rocket.
This after making the 50-mile trip in rain.
What was I to do by fish anyway?
5 minutes in I drop a brookie at the boat. 5 minutes later I land a 13″ rainbow.
10 minutes later I hook and land an 18″ brown. The reddest brown I have ever seen.
A beautiful hook-jawed male.
10 minutes later I hook a 16″ female. So silvery she looked like a salmon.
10 minutes later I hook another 18″ male.
This one rips me up. During the fight he spits up a 4″ blacknose dace.
When I get him to the net he has 2′ of mono coming out his vent.
I relieved him of the exposed portion before releasing him.
10 minutes later, I hook a nice probably 16″ rainbow, that throws my hex imitation back at me.
Just goes to show you…fishing rarely goes as planned!