Well Katch Moore your right about ''Le Trout Mecca'' next week I will be armed with OFF repellent and and a net covering my head. The black flies and mosquitoes almost took my head right off of my shoulders. The shower didn't help at all...I wish I could say the insects were the last thing I was worried about while fishing but then that would be a lie.
I was going to keep this one in the journal but with a few modifications
I thought I would share it with everyone.
The morning started off with a few replies from Katch Moore from a private message I had sent the day earlier with a note of success from a new lake I had fished. The response was, ''I am leaving soon to go fishing bows and browns, you in?''
I didn't take long for me realize the situation and an immediate call to my teacher(Who loves to fish ) gave me the big OK..My last day of school just got pushed back another day...No problem there. Katch Moore picked me up as usual at my place and we were on route to make a bathroom stop, get bait and then make a straight beeline to ''Le trout Mecca''. I was pretty exited as the last time I fished trout out of a stream was....well, never. Upon arrival at Matt's first location the area was beautiful. The waters looked like trout heaven. Katch Moore mentioned that this spot had very good potential for brown trout and the odd rainbow trout. We began casting the rigs Matt had success with on his previous trip out into the stream and left our bobbers for gone, letting them drift as far as we could with the slow current, maneuvering it between rocks and other objects in the water. Matt notices a few rising fish and casts upriver from the ripples, with his float bouncing along it stops and is pulled under by an unknowner, with a whaling hook set, he just missed it. We continued to rear a whack load of suckers and panfish. After about a couple of hours at this spot with no trout landed yet we continued on to another spot. On the way we stopped at a few small brooks flowing beneath the road. We bush whacked it and fished every little known spout trout are known to hold in with nothing. Water was most likely to warm in those brooks to sustain trout although it did look like paradise once we had made our way through the woods and find openings and more moving water.
The second location Katch Moore took me through the bush yet again, we end up finding a small stream with glacier cold water flowing into this creek. After fishing just down river a bit. I had moved up to another spot and began to cast my set-up into the bottom of a pool when I had a solid strike. I finally had my first stream trout rainbow hooked up. I yelled for Matt as he was so far I could not see him downstream to show him the fish, then it flipped off while in the water...OK. I didn't get to touch it but it was pretty clear there were nice trout here and I would land one. Matt met me a few minutes later and we worked the spot for about two hours catching many fish, no trout. I treaded slowly along the shoreline to another small stream and checked out how cold the water was.. Bingo. This brook has freezing cold water as well. I baited up and made my first cast where both streams intercept where I connected with another rainbow trout. This fish had shoulders and put up on heck of a fight making and a single gorgeous leap out of the water on the initial hook set. Matt was quick to help me land it, he gave me his polarized glasses so I could watch the rainbow swim off on release. The fishing had seemed to have picked up a bit, two trout in the same spot. Matt and I continued to catch more suckers and even dace. The bite was turning on, so we had thought.
I couldn’t stop talking about my first ever rainbow trout from a stream. It made the day all worthwhile. We left after catching nothing for a little while and figured we would call it a day. We did a bit of exploring and came upon another brook just off the road. Decided to just do the smoke break, grab a rod and give it a go. Just like that...the bugs had beaten us up pretty bad. Matt creped up to the culvert in a brookie fisherman fashion and flicked his line into the moving water. His bobber went under. Missed the fish but said it was no creek chub. With the small piece of worm left on his hook, Matt tossed his offerings back into the stream and slowly let it drift when he says FISH ON! Almost immediately we started laughing and throwing up the high fives. You could not have seen two happier fishermen. These stream trout were on fire. We walked the some of the brook and caught a few downstream too. They were all around the same size with one really tiny fish trout and another of good size Matt just lost.
The outing was a success.
