Hometown Creekin’
So it was time to give poor Crystal a break. She’s been working momma-duty way beyond her share, so it was my turn to take the reins and give her a day to relax and let a massage work out the knots in her tense back. What a better way to spend the day than with Breelyn and Jazzi Dog than to explore a hometown mountain blueline that’s been calling me for a long time. I recently heard two accounts from individuals who have landed browns over 2 feet long out of this surprisingly skinny water.
In anticipation for the clear, low flows, I tied a couple of variations of my favorite dry….the Adams. No matter what stream, this bug has always been my favorite—especially when it’s clear. In my college days I even had one tattooed on my right shoulder before my fishing journey out West.
So Crystal departs for her day, and once I loaded up Jazzi, Bree had already climbed into the driver seat-- ready to hit the road.
Do you want to go to Walmart?
How about fishing in the mountains?
Hit the local lunch spot….Bree stole my cornbread from my soup beans.
A short little stroll up a woodsy trail, under the brilliant canopy that will probably be scattered on the ground and water by next week.
Jazzi stayed close by on the creekside, and I carried Bree in the backpack…in my last wet wading trip of the year.
I really expected to find this small creek overrun by stocker rainbows since the local hatcheries keep the nearby creeks well supplied; however, I was surprised to discover the abundance of wild browns, which haven’t been stocked in over a decade. I can honestly say I regret the hundreds of times I passed this place, and look forward to exploring every bend and riffle. Breelyn still did great in the backpack, but at times she would get slightly fussy. Once I caught a fish, she was all smiles, and wanted to pet every one before I released them. The game became: catch a fish to keep baby girl happy. Poor Jazzi made a few attempts to swim out to stay beside my feet; she soon realized her size limits, and settled to the bank to dry off.
Could have eaten this one on a saltine:
It was great to spend a day with the girls. I can’t wait for the Spring hatches so I can pick up where I left off. Made a grocery run yesterday, and still had the rod in the back seat…So I stopped and hit another riffle and got this feisty bow in the same creek:
On a side note, my brother Jay has been venturing further into the backcountry in my backyard and finding some outstanding brookie water. He’s hiking several miles in solo…and the further he goes, the bigger the fish and the piles of bear poop grow. He’s turned his back on some great water due to dimming sunlight and getting spooked. I’ll have to explore those drainages next spring.
Happy fall fishing, guys.
Travis
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