My walk yesterday morning was measured, but at the same time deliberate. I walked with a hung head because of heavy things on my mind. For me, the walk to the catch and release area is an arduous one to begin with. Not a lot of scenery as you go unless you like native grasses and scrub oak. Walking is not what I mind, but I do prefer to walk alongside the river. The river is what I love, more than native grasses, or trees, and even the trout.
Although I was deep in thought about other things, I wasn't completely inattentive of the things around me. A good example is the good size paw print impressed in the middle of the road. A fair size animal made this track and the question came to mind whether Boone and his best friend Josie had recently made a trip to the catch and release. Josie is a big enough dog to make such an impression.
Finally arriving at the catch and release I begin at the middle section. With the Brown Bugger and a Pink Frenchie following, the first cast was made and a bow ate the Frenchie.
I would go on to catch another bow with the Frenchie, but to tell you the truth the fishing wasn't all that great... so far. I walked to the far side to try and find Scott, but he wasn't fishing the middle evidently. I started to go downstream a whit, but then decided to check the top first. It was almost noon now, and that's when the stocking truck showed up.
Scott was at the top fishing off the middle part of the near side falls. He had already caught a couple of bows using the Frenchie and Red Midge. Clint with the wildlife department started dumping the trout in and it seemed like he dumped a good number. Generally, I don't like to fish on a stocking day. It seems to be these newly stocked trout need time to acclimate and they are too busy exploring, and rejoicing in their new home. You can almost sense their happiness and almost hear them scream, "Freedom!" Freedom... at least for a short while.
Within a half hour Scott hooked up with the first of two nice bows back to back. I stopped fishing and ran to where he was to shoot a short video.
This bow and the next one Scott landed were beautiful, fat trout that measured sixteen inches. If I remember correctly one took the Red Midge while the other ate a yellow egg pattern.
Yesterdays stocking was a mixed bag according to Clint. Some of these trout were from Nebraska, while others came from Arkansas. I saw a lot of quality fish yesterday, but there are a number of stockers that will measure twelve inches also.
Merc and Charlie would arrive shortly after the noon hour. When I caught up with Merc he had just released a 18 inch bow and on his way to look for more. Charlie had caught trout and later on I would see him battling a bow that he had enticed with an Adams. I armed Charlie with the Frenchie and I believe later he told me he had taken another fish with it. Later in the day, two Frenchies went to Merc also.
The river today was super clear - as clear as I've ever seen her. Thinking back about yesterday, the thing to have done was to go small on size. I watched trout spook when they saw my fly line coming.
Unfortunately I would have to start back to the parking area around 2 o'clock to get back to the mercantile store where things are real peachy right now. I didn't want to leave the river and good friends, but sometimes things don't work out. I didn't catch a lot of trout today, but did catch some quality trout. At the end, six bows had become known to me. The Frenchie took five of them, but the Brown Bugger took the largest of the day. Brown Bugger was feeling pretty good about himself.
As I walked out, with my head still down, and that measured gait, I came upon something else on the road. I guess this fellow decided to come out of his mud hole and got stuck. He sure would have made a good meal for a small mouth.