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Where to start ..... where to start .... :think:
Usually I like to give a good detailed report. One that gives a few laughs, a few chuckles, and good all-around story. And because I do it, my reports tend to be a little long. My wife would say that I am long winded and talk too much. Too much detail she says.
But I say that it makes a good story.
But in this case, I think there is too much detail to give it all. I might have to write a book some day. hahahaha :lol:
Anywho, The Three Best F's - Family, Friends, and Fish.
Saturday, 06/11/2011, my brother and I took off to meet Brandon and go do some fishing (what else is there to do on a beautiful saturday morning!!
)
We got to the spot and started fishing. Brandon and I were fishing flies/nymphs and my brother was fishing spinners.
The stream was beautiful. I think that within the first 20 or 30 mins, Brandon had a fish on, nice little cuttie. Took a picture and he was gone. Brandon was fishing nymphs the whole time if I remember. After about another hour or so, we headed up stream a ways and caught some nice fish in a deep little riffe and pool. Brandon got one first and so up to then we were 2 - 0 - 0. He was totally killing us (my brother and I)!!
Up until then I was fishing dries, and some times a dry with a dropper. But I wasn't doing too well. So I decided to switch to a double nymph setup. Brandon showed me how to set it up with a little strike indicator. So I fished the same spot where he had gotten his second fish. BAM!!! FISH ON!!! SWEET!!! I got a nice little rainbow, probably around 4 inches or so.. I was stoked!!! So I shot up stream a few hundred yards.
I found this nice little riffle, bend, pool, undercut and started to cast there. After my third cast, BAM!!! Fish on!! But this one was freaking awesome!!! He started jumping all over the place. Diving deep, then bursting out of the water. Brandon came running over to help me with the fish and as he was getting close, the fish jumped out of the water straight on the bank!! :lol:
We removed the hook and started to revive him when bam, he was gone. He slipped out of Brandon's hands quick as lightning. It was a nice little wild rainbow around 7 inches. Brandon felt pretty bad about accidently letting my fish go before we could get a picture. But it was ok, didn't bother me at all. It was nice to actually catch a fish.
We fished that area for a little bit longer and then decided to head down to the car to head up to the foot hills around the area.
Then the saddest thing in my short fly fishing career happened. As we got back to the car, I placed my rod up against the car. I went to open the trunk to get somethings out and as I opened the trunk, it pressed my rod against the car's antennae and SNAP!!!
Brandon said in a very calm voice, "Oh man, you broke your rod." I didn't believe him for one second because of how he said it. If I was going to tell someone that their rod broke, I would have been freaking out!! The dude just broke his rod. But Brandon said it in such a calm, nonchalant way that made it non-believable for the first few moments. (Nothing against you Brandon, it wasn't your fault at all. ) But I thought: What does he mean I broke my rod? I don't break my rods. I love my rods. I take care of my rods. How could I break my rod? Then I looked at my rod...... OH CRAP I BROKE MY ROD!!!!!
:shock:
I wanted to cry, yell, scream. It felt like a bad dream and I was waiting to wake up from it and still have my rod in hand ready to fish. But the cold hard truth was that I did in fact break my rod.
Good thing it has a life-time no-questions-asked warranty. Plus they are based out of Vancouver so a short drive up to the HQ and they will fix it for me or just give me a new rod!!
So after I got over the initial shock, we hopped in to the car and drove up to the foot hills. We did pretty good there.
Got lots of strikes, and lots of fish. Brandon has defiantly earned his name of the Cut-throat slayer. He can slay them with the best of them!!!
I would tell some of the stories of how he got them and what happened but I will let him tell them as he was the star of those moments.
All in all, we had a great time. I landed three, two on my rod and Brandon was awesome enough to share his rod with me, so I got one on his.
He got like 6 or 7 maybe even 8 trout landed. We both had a number of strikes and hits but no landing them. My brother had two hits on the spinner and one on the fly rod but wasn't able to land any. It was is first time fly fishing and he hadn't ever done a lot of spinnner fishing. He said he really enjoyed it and wants to do it again!!! YESS!!!!!:dance:
All in all, it was a great trip. Awesome area, good company and wonderful fish. The three best F's - Family, Friends, and Fish. What more could one ask for on a fishing trip?
Below are some pics of our trip. Brandon has some more pics that he will upload shortly. Unfortunately, my camera fell into the water so I wasn't able to take as many pics as I wanted to.
I will have to do a second post for the remaining 3 pics that I have.
Enjoy!!
-Spydey
P.S. My brother is the one in the green rubber waders with the spinner pole.
Usually I like to give a good detailed report. One that gives a few laughs, a few chuckles, and good all-around story. And because I do it, my reports tend to be a little long. My wife would say that I am long winded and talk too much. Too much detail she says.
But I say that it makes a good story.But in this case, I think there is too much detail to give it all. I might have to write a book some day. hahahaha :lol:
Anywho, The Three Best F's - Family, Friends, and Fish.
Saturday, 06/11/2011, my brother and I took off to meet Brandon and go do some fishing (what else is there to do on a beautiful saturday morning!!
)We got to the spot and started fishing. Brandon and I were fishing flies/nymphs and my brother was fishing spinners.
The stream was beautiful. I think that within the first 20 or 30 mins, Brandon had a fish on, nice little cuttie. Took a picture and he was gone. Brandon was fishing nymphs the whole time if I remember. After about another hour or so, we headed up stream a ways and caught some nice fish in a deep little riffe and pool. Brandon got one first and so up to then we were 2 - 0 - 0. He was totally killing us (my brother and I)!!
Up until then I was fishing dries, and some times a dry with a dropper. But I wasn't doing too well. So I decided to switch to a double nymph setup. Brandon showed me how to set it up with a little strike indicator. So I fished the same spot where he had gotten his second fish. BAM!!! FISH ON!!! SWEET!!! I got a nice little rainbow, probably around 4 inches or so.. I was stoked!!! So I shot up stream a few hundred yards.
I found this nice little riffle, bend, pool, undercut and started to cast there. After my third cast, BAM!!! Fish on!! But this one was freaking awesome!!! He started jumping all over the place. Diving deep, then bursting out of the water. Brandon came running over to help me with the fish and as he was getting close, the fish jumped out of the water straight on the bank!! :lol:
We removed the hook and started to revive him when bam, he was gone. He slipped out of Brandon's hands quick as lightning. It was a nice little wild rainbow around 7 inches. Brandon felt pretty bad about accidently letting my fish go before we could get a picture. But it was ok, didn't bother me at all. It was nice to actually catch a fish.
We fished that area for a little bit longer and then decided to head down to the car to head up to the foot hills around the area.
Then the saddest thing in my short fly fishing career happened. As we got back to the car, I placed my rod up against the car. I went to open the trunk to get somethings out and as I opened the trunk, it pressed my rod against the car's antennae and SNAP!!!
Brandon said in a very calm voice, "Oh man, you broke your rod." I didn't believe him for one second because of how he said it. If I was going to tell someone that their rod broke, I would have been freaking out!! The dude just broke his rod. But Brandon said it in such a calm, nonchalant way that made it non-believable for the first few moments. (Nothing against you Brandon, it wasn't your fault at all.
) But I thought: What does he mean I broke my rod? I don't break my rods. I love my rods. I take care of my rods. How could I break my rod? Then I looked at my rod...... OH CRAP I BROKE MY ROD!!!!!:shock:I wanted to cry, yell, scream. It felt like a bad dream and I was waiting to wake up from it and still have my rod in hand ready to fish. But the cold hard truth was that I did in fact break my rod.
Good thing it has a life-time no-questions-asked warranty. Plus they are based out of Vancouver so a short drive up to the HQ and they will fix it for me or just give me a new rod!!
So after I got over the initial shock, we hopped in to the car and drove up to the foot hills. We did pretty good there.
Got lots of strikes, and lots of fish. Brandon has defiantly earned his name of the Cut-throat slayer. He can slay them with the best of them!!!
I would tell some of the stories of how he got them and what happened but I will let him tell them as he was the star of those moments.
All in all, we had a great time. I landed three, two on my rod and Brandon was awesome enough to share his rod with me, so I got one on his.
He got like 6 or 7 maybe even 8 trout landed. We both had a number of strikes and hits but no landing them. My brother had two hits on the spinner and one on the fly rod but wasn't able to land any. It was is first time fly fishing and he hadn't ever done a lot of spinnner fishing. He said he really enjoyed it and wants to do it again!!! YESS!!!!!:dance:
All in all, it was a great trip. Awesome area, good company and wonderful fish. The three best F's - Family, Friends, and Fish. What more could one ask for on a fishing trip?
Below are some pics of our trip. Brandon has some more pics that he will upload shortly. Unfortunately, my camera fell into the water so I wasn't able to take as many pics as I wanted to.
I will have to do a second post for the remaining 3 pics that I have.
Enjoy!!
-Spydey
P.S. My brother is the one in the green rubber waders with the spinner pole.
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