After a long, trout-sparse January filled only with reports from Brent Boone about the amazing fishing I was missing in Chile, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to a quality weekend outside of the Metroplex, and finally, it happened!
My partners in crime on this adventure to the Ozarks were Matt Jones (master of the DSLR) and my good buddy Jonathan Price – a fellow Yankee at sea in this great ocean called Texas. After a fun-filled Friday night (which included watching the Stars rack up 10 goals against the Rangers) and a bit of libation, we went to bed with high expectations for the following day (all while ignoring the 40 + MPH winds racking against the cabin, hoping it would pass by the morning).
Calmer, warm and overcast – we couldn’t ask for more! Ok, sorta calmer. We were able to find a stretch of the creek sheltered by high walls, so we were in good shape from the winds, now all we needed were cooperative fish.
That proved to be the difficult part, of course. With the gin-clear water, we were able to see plenty of Rainbows kicking around in the slow water, and a few were chasing some baitfish at the surface, forcing them up just like any Marlin would – very cool, and very, VERY exciting. As I had discovered on previous visits, this stream is just LOADED with food for these fish – an inordinate amount as a matter of fact.
So, with tons of choices as to what the fish were (or weren’t) eating, we each tried something different, all running tandem nymph rigs of one type or another. After little action on the nymphs, Jonathan drew first blood on a black Woolly-Bugger looking fly tossed under a downfall. Unfortunately, he busted off on an upstream run. We switched over to a black Carp Tease, and landed the first fish of the day!
Of course we believed we had found the ‘magic bullet’ that would catapult us to without question a triple-double (three of us catching double digits). Boy were we mistaken. The fish proved very, very wily, and absolutely spook-free in many cases. Even after tossing large hunks of copper and lead in their face, they still decided to hang around. A perfect example of this taunting occurred previous to our first fish of the day. Matt and I worked over a pool with close to 20 fish visible at any given time. I have had great success in it before, but this time the Fates were against us, and this pool shall henceforth be known as the “Waterloo Hole,” as it was for us, and has been for our good friend (and friend of the shop), Dr. Dennis Burns – the wondrous fly fishing neuropathologist.
……..to be continued!!!