Monday, January 7, 2013

Inexplicably fishy spots

There's this one spot on a small stream by the house that reliably yields trout. In my younger days (okay, last year), I passed by this water as a place between good fishing spots.

With keener more experienced eyes I realized that it's actually quite fishy looking. There's a large boulder near the tail of the pool that has deep water around it. Definitely fishy.

But I never catch fish near that boulder. The fish all come from an area in the middle of the pool that looks shallow. Regardless, I've always enjoyed the bounty of the spot and moved on.

The current comes in equally around the snowy boulder
and exits just to the right of the black boulder at the tail.
I caught one fish from the pool on Sunday and before making another cast decided that I'd creep up on the thing and try to discern its secrets.

As I approached, I saw two trout dart from the middle of the pool to a hiding spot near the head. So much for stealth. I then waded in and discovered that the middle of the pool appears shallow due to a large slab of a rock canted on an angle to the current. Behind it's lip there must be just enough shelter for trout to sit at precisely the spot where two currents intersect. Low energy. Good eating.

Perhaps those trout aren't as dumb as they seem. Though they do reliably suck on a #18 Copper John.

The angle of the ledge is a lot shallower than
illustrated. Just enough for a trout to duck under.
Inexplicable Brown Trout

6 comments:

  1. Total cave man. Great mental images. I've met at least two guys like you.

    I don't fish with the other one so much nowadays, more's the pity.

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  2. Wow! I fished a very similar looking place this year and had someone call it a sewer! It's funny about that age and wisdom thing isn't it?

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    1. Age and wisdom. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

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  3. Z-

    I must have been downstream from you this weekend. I saw your car on my way out and realized I had my phone off the entire time I was stream side. I sat there trying hard to recharge the mental batteries. I failed miserably.

    I spent the better part of 2 hours sitting by the water aimlessly casting. The stream seemed to be weeping, not just for me, but for all of us here in the Valley. The flowing water seemed to serve as surrogate tears for our tiny little village because many are unable to shed any more. The new normal here in the Valley is so foreign, so unimaginable. Everyday we get a little further away from the horror of December 14. It will take a long time for the memories to dull, but they will never cease to be there.

    Next time I fish I will keep my phone on and we can meet up to share a nip and trade a story.

    Be well.

    AT

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    1. Yeah, there's truth to the phrase healing waters. If for nothing else but to clear the mind of all the noise rambling around. I'll PM you over on flyaddict.

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