Wednesday, December 17, 2014
The Closing Bell Pull...
Hope Springs Eternal.
The last couple trips have been challenging in terms of conditions. Cold snaps that make fish sulk and the eventual warmup that brings in chocolate milk throwing off visibility, consistent is not a word to describe the last month of swinging flies
Still, when you make the two hour drive, you give it hell through the closing bell
And the closing bell was met with a solid yank on the last two trips
Each time we came to the last run of the day with fading daylight and hopes for a fish. Denver from North 40 Outfitters scored a hatchery buck coming through through the last bucket of the day on the second to last trip
The next outing was coming to an end when I drew the lead swing in the last run of the day. Nobody had touched a fish all day and the water was loosing visibility by the second as a river above it was throwing dirty water into the mix. Couple that with a 3 trip skunk, I was resigned to going through the motions and finishing up the day.
I turned back to OMR and Denver to say something as my fly finished the swing and into the hang-down.
Halfway into what I wanted to say and the rod bucked with that familiar feeling. Finally.
I'd like to say that I know what I am doing enough around these rivers to know when it's going to happen, but the truth is I don't know shit about shit. Everything is changing...runs change, temps change, clarity changes, fish location changes. It's all changing and finding the answer is what makes a great line ripping take so special
At the closing bell no less. A good a time as any to make it happen.