Starting out upstream, the brown bugger soon found trout and the fishing was hot and heavy for a good hour. The trout would grow pattern weary of the brown bugger so his cousin the black went on and the black produce four trout in a row.
But then, everything shut down.
Stopping on the crossing to visit Ralph Fullenwider, we shared fishing stories and then it was time to head to Scotty's for a cup of Joe. Upon returning to the river, downstream seemed desirable.
The trail that leads downstream was extremely overgrown from the summer's growth, but destination was finally made. The brown bugger went back on and the onslaught of trout begin right away. It was trout on every cast.
About mid-morning Scott Dittner joined me and Scott was still looking for trout. I suggested he fish alongside me and tie on a black bugger. It seemed like no time had passed until Scott was hauling in the trout.
When I left Scott he had at least thirty trout to hand and was working on more.
I left the river at noon with over 75 trout to hand. A marvelous day.