The weather today was just beautiful. It has been a wonderful weekend sharing in the adventures of being a family. Tonight, I decided to take a short walk on my local stream. I had a couple of hours before dark, and I had hopes that last week’s weather had not done too much damage to my favorite stream. I arrived to find the creek still stained, but very fishable. It was not ideal for dry fly fishing, but if there was enough surface activity, I may find a few risers.
I parked and dressed at one of the many pull-offs and walked the road upstream. I figured I would have to nymph my way down or even swing a small bugger.After seeing no risers, I tied on a bugger and began to prospect the obvious spots. I moved three fish, but never hooked any of them. I decided to switch tactics and tied on a nymph. I quickly hooked and landed a small fish.
The dry fly fishing lately has really spoiled me. I do not mind dredging a nymph when I need to, but the past few trips have helped to make nymphing feel boring. As I day dreamed my way downstream, I saw a fish chase a caddis completely out of the water. He quickly rose a second time and I was making plans for my approach. I was soon within casting distance, and waiting for him to show himself once more. He soon did and my fly was on the way. It took several drifts, but he eventually rose on the one drift when I was not paying enough attention. I missed him, but I was grateful for the take.
I moved down stream to another good run but never moved a fish. I was blind casting my way through some streamside rubble when my fly disappeared to a violent take. The small fish fought hard in the current. My bent rod enjoyed the lovely thump of a fighting fish. After a few quick pictures, the fish was on his way and I was back to fishing. However, my fishing would be short lived.
Now for the stupidity-After taking my last picture, I stood and put the camera back into my chest pack pocket. At least I thought I did. The splash that occurred at my feet made my heart sink right along with my camera. When I looked down to see my camera underwater, my desire to continue to fish had ceased. I quickly scooped it up and headed for the car.
Now home, I realize that I may have ruined that little camera. However, I was able to save the SD card and retrieve the few pictures I did take. Enjoy them; they may be the last you see for awhile.