I still not use to the time change that took place almost a month ago. Somehow I keep thinking the sun will be up and rising by 7 o'clock, but that simply isn't happening and certainly wouldn't on this day with overcast skies being dominate. With time to kill I decided to fuel up for that burst of energy I was going to need. I call it rocket fuel.
By the time I hit the river it was daylight and I proceeded to the south wilderness destination Desperado Springs. Desperado has been very kind to me this season.
Now anyone that knows me or most likely anyone that meets me probably won't take me for someone who likes Amy Winehouse music, but I do. As I stood on the bank and looked at the brown soup in front of me I was reminded of one of Amy's songs - Rehab, as I murmured the words, "No, no, no" just as Amy sang in the song. The river was quite compromised... more that I thought it would be, and the toughness of the morning set in deeply.
However, I was reminded of another Winehouse song "Back To Black" and I opened the fly box and selected the black patterns. I've always fished dark patterns in dark water and it usually always works. Brown colors are my favorite colors to use, but sometime we have to go a little darker.
The three flies that produced trout on this day were not totally black, but certainly predominantly black. One thing we need to remember is these fish are going to eat no matter what. When the water is simply off color then we need to think color of our flies. When the river is really off color and the flow is up significantly we need to think about color and placement of the flies. When the flow is rolling we need to fish those soft patches and shallow fringes. Fish will move to the sidelines to keep from fighting the extra volume and flow created by significant rain events.
The first fly to go to sea was Chris Adam's Black Bubba Bugger. The first cast resulted in a missed hook-set, but the second attempt brought him in. I was fishing the road side of Desperado Springs - that long stretch of flat, basically slow moving water. I rarely fish this run, but three other anglers had claimed my favored place on the east side of Desperado.
The Bubba would capture five trout before being retired and the Black Molly was employed. The Molly seemed to be rather popular, but this angler was doing a poor job in setting the hook and missed several opportunities. However, the Molly would take three before giving way to the Black Gnat. The Black Gnat would only find two. Total for the morning would be ten trout and that was good enough for this angler.
There were a total of nine anglers at Desperado Springs on this morning. I was the lone fly angler and the rest were both bait and spinner anglers. Seemed like the bait crowd had a slight advantage as far as numbers. Everyone was catching trout - certainly not every cast, but still stringer limits were going to be realized.
Having rolled cast all morning long, my right shoulder was screaming at me and therefore I decided it was time for a little pain reliever at Scotty's store.
See you on the Blue.