|This guy catches all of the trout. |
None left for me. Must be the hat.
I'll admit - part of it is that I'm not attracted to the difficulty of chasing 6" long genetically superior fish, when a slightly warmer river holds gullible 3lb smallmouth. Another part of it is that my worst days trout fishing have been some of my worst days outdoors of all time.
|Trout love claw excavators!|
The contractor asked, "Do you have a rod in the truck?" Of course I did (I had four rods in the truck, actually). He said, "We need a trout for a PR photo of the finished part of the project. Go down to that restored pool and see if you can catch one."
Fish one (2 minutes into fishing): an 8" fallfish.
Fish two (4 minutes into fishing): a 5" wild brown trout.
|Still waiting for my DNR buddy to send the actual photo - this is from jilldupree.blogspot.com|
It was my first trout in at least 3 years, and it was beautiful. I handled him gently and we took pictures of him with rocks and rootwads in the background before sliding him back into the cool, tan water. We got back into our meeting and discussed itemized budgets, stop work orders, etc - the non-sexy side of habitat restoration work. We wrapped up around 12:30pm and I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since a very light breakfast at home.
The air temperature was approaching 95 and as I headed up the road to a lunch spot, I started thinking about how and why I've ignored trout over the last several years. Deep in thought, I missed my turn and had to go another few miles before I came to a service road. I pulled in, and right as I jammed it into reverse, I saw a sign that read, "River Access Ahead .25 miles." Hmm.
So I skipped lunch that day and went trout fishing instead - for the second time in one day. That story is next.
|One of many nice fallfish I landed! 100% humidity and nearly 100 degrees! My buddy Jim sent me this picture he took, instead of the one with me holding an actual brown trout I caught. No worries, though!|