I Hate When That Happens

The plan was to meet with Yuki's Daughter (Marisa) at the Trout Pond to do a little fly fishing. Yuki is still dealing with the bad tooth thing so Marisa was going to fill in.

Late last night she had to cancel because of time constraints so I did the Trout Pond alone. When I say alone, I don't mean that because Marisa couldn't go, but that I was the only one out on the water. Sure there were a bunch of people fishing the shore, but no tubes, toons, or boats, just me.

On the way through check-in the girl told me they planted YESTERDAY. How good is that?

I geared up and with pink/black Wooly Bugger on my lake rod, started flippering around the back side of the pond. I wanted to give the pink/black Bugger a chance to redeem itself after that dismal showing last Friday.

Another fisherman or fisherbird as the case may be.

I got all the way to the back side without a nudge. I was just about to take off the pink/black Bugger when I got the first hit. When a fish hits and breaks a 4# leader with said pink/black Bugger still attached, that's a hit. No, it wasn't a bad knot or weak spot. It was a brand new leader.

I thought that maybe, because the fly was tied to the end of the leader, I'd snip off a few inches, you know to make it stronger, and tie on my only other pink/black Bugger.

Fifteen or so minutes later I got the second hit. Once again, hit, snap, and my only other pink/black Wooly Bugger was gone. I hate when that happens.   

Deflated, out of pink/black Wooly Buggers, and getting no interest in any other colors I did the only sensible thing. I flippered back to launch, put my fly rod away, and got my spinning rod with the pink Kastmaster.

I flippered back to the other side of the pond, positioned myself in the center and started working the Kastmaster in a 360. On one long cast, I finally hooked up.

It took a while to get the 2+ pound Rainbow to the net and once unhooked wiggled it in the water so it could regain some oxygen and off it went. Only thing I can say is that it was better that I had a rod with 4# line rather than my little Okuma with 2# because I think the pink Kastmaster would have gone they way of the Wooly Buggers. It was that good of a fight.

That was the only one I could scare up although I did have several bumps. Apparently there wasn't enough glue on the Kastmaster to make them stick. No booing please.

Tomorrow morning I'm off to storage to bring my fly tying gear back home and tie some more pink/black Wooly Buggers. There is also a good chance we (Me, and/or Yuki, and/or Marisa) might be back out there later this week.

Stay tuned.