Ok, we've all heard the old fisherman's rule that it's bad luck to catch a fish on your first cast of the day.
What about catching one before the first cast.
Last week I launched my float tube in a Central Washington lake and flipped out a ways to get things arranged for my day of fishing.
My primary rig o' the day was my 8.5' sage RPL 5wt with a intermediate line and my newest go to fly a orange/olive ostrich bead head sz 10 jig leech.
To get set for the day I placed the rod in the rod holder and got my forceps, net etc. in place. I looked at my rod and it was doubled over, tip underwater.
I had the leader and 5 or 6 feet of line pulled out the rod tip in the water and a suicidal rainbow grabbed the leech.
I landed the trout and sent him on his way, quite pleased with myself.
Later at the end of my day I was kicking back towards the launch casting as I fished my way back. I felt the leech stop and I set the hook. Shit, hung up!
I kicked my way to the opposite side of where my fly was hung up. I pulled on the line and felt a odd spongy, stretchy, wiggly feeling. Dang, I must have a fish on.
I pulled on the line and was able to gain a little. The fish jumped, cool.
I was still hung up but was able to reach my leader.
Grabbing the leader I pulled it up and found a big wad of line, sinker and swivel with a 14" rainbow snagged in the side by a size 8 bait hook.
I dislodged the hook from the hapless little booger and sent him on his way to the trout infirmary to recover from the ordeal.
Fishing was real good that day landing 15 fish sandwiched between the odd beginning and even more weird end.
Some cool swallows nests.
What about catching one before the first cast.
Last week I launched my float tube in a Central Washington lake and flipped out a ways to get things arranged for my day of fishing.
My primary rig o' the day was my 8.5' sage RPL 5wt with a intermediate line and my newest go to fly a orange/olive ostrich bead head sz 10 jig leech.
To get set for the day I placed the rod in the rod holder and got my forceps, net etc. in place. I looked at my rod and it was doubled over, tip underwater.
I had the leader and 5 or 6 feet of line pulled out the rod tip in the water and a suicidal rainbow grabbed the leech.
I landed the trout and sent him on his way, quite pleased with myself.
Later at the end of my day I was kicking back towards the launch casting as I fished my way back. I felt the leech stop and I set the hook. Shit, hung up!
I kicked my way to the opposite side of where my fly was hung up. I pulled on the line and felt a odd spongy, stretchy, wiggly feeling. Dang, I must have a fish on.
I pulled on the line and was able to gain a little. The fish jumped, cool.
I was still hung up but was able to reach my leader.
Grabbing the leader I pulled it up and found a big wad of line, sinker and swivel with a 14" rainbow snagged in the side by a size 8 bait hook.
I dislodged the hook from the hapless little booger and sent him on his way to the trout infirmary to recover from the ordeal.
Fishing was real good that day landing 15 fish sandwiched between the odd beginning and even more weird end.
Some cool swallows nests.
