Monday of last week marked the beginning of another semester of school. The past four months off have provided some incredible fishing opportunities for me, but it feels nice to be back in class again. The first week of the semester is always one of the most stressful times. I’m always rearranging my schedule. Doing homework takes a little bit of time to get used to when you haven’t had any for four months. With that said, I think I’ve got it all figured out and look forward to another fun semester. I’ve opted to take more online classes this semester than I usually do for a couple of reasons. Reason number one: I have A.D.D. and I have a hard time sitting in a class room for more than an hour or two. I get antsy and my mind starts wandering elsewhere. Online classes let me do the work from the comfort of my apartment. Reason number two: Less time in a classroom = more time on the river. Who wouldn’t want more time on the river?
Rewarded For Being a Good Student All Week
I’ll be the first to admit that Saturday is my least favorite day of the week to fish. There are usually a lot of people out, and I prefer a little bit of solitude. Brent and I had planned on fishing Friday, but we each had things come up that prevented us from doing so. I also ended up having way more homework than I was expecting to, so it worked out for the better. Fortunately I love to hike, and hiking is one of the best ways to get away from the crowds. Brent and I met up Saturday morning around 10:00 AM and headed out in search of some hungry trout. It didn’t take long to connect with my first fish of the day, a solid cutt that would have went over 20″ but somehow managed to shake the hook. Brent and I worked our way downriver, picking up the occasional hybrid, but overall the fishing was pretty slow. In hopes of quicker fishing, we decided to pack up and head elsewhere.
Underwater Shot: Photo Credit- Brent Wilson
As we pulled into our next stop, I felt good about our choice to move elsewhere. There was much more water to cover, and water clarity was much better than where we began our day. Brent worked a nice ledge on the far bank of the river, while I stuck to the bank closest to where we parked. After a few casts, I watched a dark shadow come out of the depths and chase down my fly. In its attempt to hit the sculpin pattern, it missed and made its way back to the deep pocket. I continued working the run for a few more minutes and eventually pulled out a decent hybrid in the 18″ range. Rainbow-Cutthroat Hybrids fight strong and they are one of my favorite trout to catch. We snapped a few photos and sent the fish on her way.
Terrible Photo But a Decent Cutthroat
Over the next few hours, Brent and I continued to work every run that looked like it would hold a fish, and in turn continued to catch or hook into fish on a regular basis. Most fish were in the 12″ to 16″ range, but we’d occasionally hook one in the 18″ to 20″ range, and even were lucky enough to catch a couple in the 22″-23″ range. I’m terrible at keeping track of how many fish I catch, but my best guess would be that between Brent and I, over two dozen were brought to hand by days end, not to mention all the fish that shook the fly loose. Not a bad day at all in my book, especially for a Saturday.
Big Headed Cutty
Today, another week of school, homework, studying, and everything else that goes along with being a full-time college student begins. A great weekend of fishing always makes it easier to get through the long days of school. In the mean time, I can day dream about the tailing carp and streamer pounding smallies that I’m going to chase this coming weekend.