Fishing Sunday 6/12

[Terry Beeson]

Waking up early to the sound of rain was not a good omen, but I managed to let the killer Yorkies out for their morning lawn watering and fertilization along with the newets edition to the family - Maggie, the ear-draggin'-the-ground Basset. I took a look at the radar while having my first cup of coffee. I decided there was time to fix a little breakfast and relax before heading out. Lightening is not my favorite fishing partner.

I did make it around 10:30 and the omens got worse. Dragging all my gear out of the bag, I noticed it seemed to be lighter, or I seemed to be stronger for some reason. It turns out I have not been doing curls and bench presses in my sleep, but had taken my wading boots out of the bag and forgot to put them back. Oh well, at least it's warm enough that wet wading was not out of the question.

I decided to try a red Zebra Midge first and made a couple of casts at about 24-28 inches below the indicator just below Snaglet 1. I noticed several fish close to me scanning the area at a much shallower depth, so I moved the indicator to a 14-16 inch range to see what would happen. First cast and BOOM.... a nice silver bullet buried my indicator. He did a number on the fly, so I had to trade for another one and there must have been something about the first one, because the fish snubbed that one for a while. Picked up a few, but decided to try some streamer fishing. After a long period of no luck with the streamer (water was not cooperating as I was not out far enough to get a drift) I switched back to midge fishing and picked up a couple more fish.

Finally, I kept seeing fish feeding on the surface and tied on a hopper pattern. Picked up a few nice fish with it and had one really nice bow that kept going for it (even jumped straight over it once) time and again, but never could nail him.

Later, Leonard came by and we talked for a bit but the fish had pretty much shut down. So I left about 2:30 having picked up enough fish to keep me coming back, but not anything to write home about.

Oh... yeah, it was a little crowded, but not so much you couldn't find a nice place to fish. Of course, I did have one guy come up behind me and stand 15 feet away trying to fish the outlet. Such is Taney...

[Cad]

I was down there yesterday morning during that rain and did pretty good. I got out there thinking this would be a short storm that would just pass, to an hour and half later being wet from head to toe. I did pretty good drifting a #18 tan scud about 28 inches under my strike indicator. I had to get the depth right to get a bite, but after I located that I was getting strikes about every throw.

[Don]

Hey TB,

Good to hear you got out and pounded on them for awhile. A last minute surge had me in the water about 9:30 that same night until 11:30. Things were slow. I netted 9 bows, biggest 17". Missed alot because they were sippin'. Water was still on the way down during my first hour. I tossed a variety of slumpbusters and pine squirrel between Snaglets 1 and 2. It made a long day at work Monday. I may need to rest awhile until next time.

Don