The USGS graph went nuts the night before on the tributary of the big river and we all knew what we were going to see when we got to the river.
Chocolate Milk.
There's levels of clarity, and this was upper end stuff. Maybe 6 inches of visibility, meaning we had to get above the trib to find runs to swing a bug with the hopes of finding a fish or two.
Non the less, stubbornly we decided to at least wader up at one of our favorite winter runs and give it a shot. We all shook our heads when stepping into the water because the likelihood of swinging a fish in this crap was about as good as the Seahawks comeback last Sunday
Well, never say never.
My buddy took honors to go through first as he was riding a solid cold streak. Stripping out maybe half of his skagit head, he rolled it out MAYBE 15 feet and out of habit, threw a mend in the tiny cast
In the process of turning around to talk to me he got blown up.
We started laughing because of the absolute improbability of what just happened. It's hard to express how much the river looked like flowing chocolate milk. Still, the fish ate.
It was a typical hatchery male that fought well for it's size but succumbed to the rock shampoo at the end of the fight.
So it just goes to show, you can still find a fish in the middle of chocolate milk.
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