I got a last minute invite up to a cabin on Mt Hood. As is, Mt Hood isn't exactly known for big fish. And this cabin was on a trib of a trib of a trib and I could literally walk over it. In most places water was less than ankle deep. But I brought a 8' 4wt and after my wife and friends told me there was absolutely no fish I had to prove them wrong.
I caught a 3-4" cutt in every likely "plunge pool" and hooked into (and lost) the resident monster. I had a roughly 8" cutt on for a hot second, but considering he was lying in a 18" wide pool it didn't take hime long to run into the sticks. The entire time I was on the water, my fly line never came out of the tip top. Was mostly just throwing 3-6' of leader and dapping my Yellow Humpy in all the "deeper spots.
I've done some skinny water fishing but never THIS skinny. It was a hoot for the hour I did it while my kid was throwing rocks 20' behind me.
It was fun as shit.
I caught a 3-4" cutt in every likely "plunge pool" and hooked into (and lost) the resident monster. I had a roughly 8" cutt on for a hot second, but considering he was lying in a 18" wide pool it didn't take hime long to run into the sticks. The entire time I was on the water, my fly line never came out of the tip top. Was mostly just throwing 3-6' of leader and dapping my Yellow Humpy in all the "deeper spots.
I've done some skinny water fishing but never THIS skinny. It was a hoot for the hour I did it while my kid was throwing rocks 20' behind me.
It was fun as shit.
