Today was a different approach. With my 6wt, waders, and vest I returned to the spot I was fishing last Thursday. This time no spoons, only eggs and a little split shot for weight. I started tossing the egg across and letting it dead drift to the end of the line, which was about 45 feet. I have a marker at 35 feet and was about 10 feet past that. I'd do 3 or 4 swings and then move downstream 5 feet or so and swing again.
I got to a point where I was swinging out of the current and into the slow area below the rocks in the picture below. After a couple of swings, I got one of those line slapping hits that almost jerk the rod out of your hand, and then it was gone.
|Water was only 10 inches deep|
On the way back upstream (I took another shot at that hole) I saw the guy below fighting something big a ways upstream from me. The reason I mentioned this is because I leapfrogged him and a guy he was fishing with (with their permission of course) all the way to the open river.
|The agony of defeat|
So went the day, but I am much inspired but the line snapping hit this morning. I've got to do this again, real soon.
Till the next adventure.