On this Sunday, the trail I would take would become even more personal and rather pleasurable because I was joined by my daughter Kempy and her husband Van.
I arrived about an hour before Kempy and Van did, and that gave me time to lounge, if you will, and get a good look at how the river was feeling. The river is low in flow and level, but clear as a bell. If there is something, or things, I would like to see take place on Blue River it would be an end to a prolonged drought and a good flushing of this waterway. The sediment-laden algae has built quite a substantial footing and now needs to be rinsed away.
When Kempy and Van arrived, us guys begin to fish while Kempy simply took in the surroundings of her first outing in this wonderful and peaceful place.
Van and I were looking for trout of course, but we would soon learn that was going to be a chore on this day. Unlike the main campground area that received a magnitude stocking, the downstream wilderness evidently received a light stocking. I've been fishing this area for many years and when the fish are simply not there it doesn't take me long to realize that.
We begin just upstream from the place known as the Cove. After ten minutes are so, a bow came to my hand. Then just a couple of minutes later a bow would come to Van. Van missed one or two more and I would bring one more to hand. This took the better part of an hour.
We decided to walk all the way to the end of wilderness because my thinking was this would be the logical place for the stocking team to dump their tanks.
I was wrong.
At the upper end of the downstream wilderness area we caught a lot of fish... but not the fish we were looking for. Never have I seen catfish take a fancy to the Copper John I was using, and the Black Bugger that Van was using. At the end of our day we had caught three more catfish than the five trout we landed. And then... there were the bass. We caught one more bass than the trout we were hoping for.
|No... that's not a trout he's releasing... it's a darn catfish.|
As far as catching fish... we caught. It just wasn't the fish we were looking for. During our outing we fished through two seasons - it was autumn-like in the morning hours, but it felt like the spring season in the afternoon.
Sunday, was in one way weird. Never have I had catfish go after a trout pattern like they did on this outing. In one way it was disappointing because the trout were few and far between.
It will take some time for the inventories of trout to build in the downstream wilderness. This area of river is so very braided, with fork after fork, and the area known as the "Scatters", which speaks for itself, it's impossible for a body to explore every run, pocket and pool in one outing. It's impossible to explore it all in a good number of outings and that is what makes this area so intriguing.
We spent five hours or better on the river. It was tiring for me, but like Kempy said... "It's a good tired."