12-27-2009, 06:47 AM
I managed to talk the boss into letting me go fishing this afternoon for a while. I figured I'd try my hand at fly fishing one last time before we move, so I headed up to my favorite winter spot on the Henry's Fork. I kept eyeing the temperature on my way up and I didn't really like what I saw, when I started fishing it was a balmy 11 degrees (but don't worry it eventually wormed up to 14). Until today the coldest weather I had fly fished in was 16, and that was a pretty slow day, so to be honest I expected today to be a bust, but I had to at least try it.
Of course at 11 degrees I had to cast in between the icebergs, which made it interesting. But then I shocked myself and hooked a fish, then another... about half an hour later I had caught 8 beautufully collored little rainbows, then all of a sudden the browns decided they wanted to play. I pulled out an 18 incher, then a 16, then a nice 20 incher.
All in all I ended up with en even dozen fish in an hour and a half on the water, some numb fingers, oh and a broken tip on my Sage [:/]. But it was a great last trip before the move.
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Of course at 11 degrees I had to cast in between the icebergs, which made it interesting. But then I shocked myself and hooked a fish, then another... about half an hour later I had caught 8 beautufully collored little rainbows, then all of a sudden the browns decided they wanted to play. I pulled out an 18 incher, then a 16, then a nice 20 incher.
All in all I ended up with en even dozen fish in an hour and a half on the water, some numb fingers, oh and a broken tip on my Sage [:/]. But it was a great last trip before the move.
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