An exhausting day today. Brutal actually. The foul weather finally hit this section of the Eastern Sierras. With that thought I figured the waterfowl would have been making their way south. I talked to Bob the night before to get his input. He suggested I go North and check out the a section that has in the past been productive after a storm.
I woke early so I'd be the first on the water. When I was putting on my waders I noticed that I had a tear on the back just above the waistline. Since I wouldn't be deep wading it would have no affect on this trip but Simms will be getting a package when I return. It could have been worse I could have been one of these guys:
Minox for this trip so I had to make do with some less than ideal glasses. With no birds in sight, I decided to see if I could get some revenge on the trout that always elude me in the Upper.
new fly I came up with a few weeks ago. On my first three casts I was hit. Hit hard. Since I was fishing downstream and stripping it upstream I kept yanking the fly right out of their mouths. One hit the fly so hard I saw his profile as it came out of the undercuts to attack my fly.
|Kaiser's First Mallard|
|Coq Au Vin perfect for a cold wintery day.|