On the other hand I wanted to go somewhere, but where? I had talked, via email, to Rod (Midgeman) over at The Midge Manifesto about fishing midges, chrominoids, and nymphs for browns in a lake environment and he gave me some good ideas.
So I decided to take a drive out to the "secret" lake (that everyone knows about) and give the idea a shot. On the short drive out there I remembered a conversation (I talk to a lot of people) I had with Steve at the supermarket about the creek that feeds the "secret" lake.
Once I got there, with fly rod and Tenkara rod in hand, I started down the trail to the top of the lake.
|I was headed way back there.|
The one thing I noticed about the trail was that it was a well defined trail. Apparently it gets a lot of use. The trail goes along the left side of the picture above and to the creek that feeds the lake. Once I got to the creek I rigged up my Tenkara rod and did a little dry fly fishing with a Sloan's Paralyzer.
This is the first place I stopped. I didn't get any hits, but I did see several fish moving around and making runs at the fly, just not taking it. My guess would be that since the trail was used on a regular basis, the fish were probably hammered and that was why they were so skiddish.
|Small pool on "secret" creek that runs into "secret" lake.|
|Let's make it as easy as possible|
|Watch out for the slugs|
The instructions I got from Rod were to do a beadhead on the bottom for weight and something like a Prince Nymph on the top under an indicator. I already had the Prince Nymph tied on the tippet all I had to do was add a little more tippet and I planned to use a beadhead Copper John for the dropper.
Never happened, I got interrupted by a guy on the dam reeling in a couple of browns about 14 inches as I passed by. I decided to fish off the dam with the dropper rig and after a couple of casts (the water was moving swiftly toward the spillway and the rig needed constant recasting out) I did one more and ended up with the line wrapped around my rod, the railing, and with knots galore to the point I would have to replace the leader. It was a mess that would be way past the 10 minute rule for any knot, so I cut off everything and headed to the truck for my little Okuma and a box of Kastmasters. I didn't have any backup leaders with me to replace that mess.
Turns out the guy I was fishing next to (his name was Rick) is someone who has fished at Middle Bar Bridge, knows a few of the people I know from there, and man is it a small world.
By now I'm about three hours into the fishing day and my back is giving out. I've been having a good bit of trouble with the back and standing for any length of time seems to be the worst thing for it. About 11:30 I packed up and said my goodby's and headed home.
I'll be back up there shortly trying the dropper rig, but this time directly to the inlet, no side trips.