Perched on top of the water, a florescent indicator slowly flows down the current. Lift, cast, repeat, and repeat and repeat. Is anyone else incredibly tired of watching a strike indicator? Perhaps my ire rests in that I have not caught a fish this way since December, but nonetheless it is time for something new.
With warmer temperatures, and afternoon hatches becoming more and more frequent, Dustin decided to tie up some imitations of a bug we had seen fluttering through the air on a few occasions. Even with these fantastic imitations in the arsenal, we still utilized the indicator routine. Bob, repeat, bob, repeat, until we saw fish rising to gulp for the last time. On went the size 24 dry. After two casts, a fish hit it. After being lulled to sleep by the indicator for the last 5 months, my reflexes were woeful…I swung and missed. This repeated for a bit, until I got back on my game and finally scored a trout…a real live trout! It is amazing how one little fish on a dry can pull me out of the darkest fishing mood. Dustin and I both hooked into a few fish on this small section of the Poudre, he on a flashback pheasant tail and a black beauty emerger, and I on Dustin’s simple design.
Another fantastic part of fishing is seeing the other terrestrial wildlife, and signs of their handiwork.
Not even a slap to the face (coke zero commercial style) could remove the smiles on our faces. To top it off, the drive home was only ten minutes.
Item of note: The Poudre in the canyon is shedding ice everyday, and the water, clear as gin. Spring, it is near.