With my fish in the first pool unwilling to rise at the fly I presented them, I moved to the next pool. On the second cast a trout rose and hit my fly hard. I set the hook and felt the rod bend to the handle and shake. This was a good fish. All the sudden the line went flying back at me and went limp. The knot had failed. Damn. It would be about an hour later before I'd feel another fish. In the meantime, we continued up stream, pool hopping. While fishing a hole, I was chatted up by a hiker with his Britanny and he told me that he fly fishes the Owens quite a bit. He asked if there were fish in the creek. I replied yes. He asked if they were brookies, this is the second fly fisherman that I've met on a SoCal stream that has asked the same question. Is there even any brookies in SoCal? Has there been? To my knowledge no. I wonder why fly fishermen who I meet here always seem to ask? I let him know for the most part there are browns in this water.
We continued to about 1:20PM started to head out. For whatever reason , Chul was telling me, the fishing is usually better. Maybe bait anglers are taking the fish out as he told me its usually not this tough. No matter though. We only managed a handful of fish but today was more about quality than quantity. I at least got the skunk off me from the last two fishing outings. I managed not to face or ass plant myself this outing but did almost manage to twist my ankle. I don't know what is going on with me and trout fishing lately maybe I'm just getting old.
We stopped by a Mexican restaurant on the way back to Chul's house for lunch which was quite good. I ordered the heart and gut busting carnitas wet burrito.