Damn, it is Monday.
That means the many not-so-neat piles of work on my desk require a little attention. As do the around-the-house spring jobs that sat while I fished.
That’s 19 inches of pissed-off Brown Trout, courtesy a streamer.
It also means the weekend’s fishing trips will get short shrift in terms of complete, in-depth, helpfully informative coverage.
That’s OK — Singlebarbed completely fabricated did a nice job of covering our Saturday visit to the Upper McCloud (there’s a teensy bit of actual fishing reality in this report).
The Upper McCloud fished a little cold, but looked damned pretty.
I will say this: the McCloud’s eye-candy views almost compensated for the fact I pounded up only one take on a dry, and then promptly missed him (still 48 degrees water tempts, though the indicator types are catching fish).
Damn.
Still — in a rare fit of how-to helpfulness — I will fire up a post about my Sunday trip to Steve Bertrand’s Secret Guide Spot.
No, I can’t reveal the exact location of the Secret Guide Spot, but then, that’s not where I caught the above-pictured Brown Trout — nor the handful of others that ate a streamer I stripped about as fast I could.
The dry fly has failed me so far this year, but twice the streamer’s saved my butt (and in a big-fish way).
And yes, streamers are just plain fun. And we do fun here just fine.
Until then, see you at work, Tom Chandler.
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