I've haven't contributed for a while so I thought I'd share this even though it's not much of a report....
I've made 3 outings to the lower river in the last 5 weeks or so and I've found the learning curve to be kinda steep. This stretch of the river seems like the muddy Mississippi...or any other flatland river in the midwest where I grew up....and nothing like the up river stretches I'm more familiar with.
The good news is I haven't needed a helmet and cape, water wings, or a sleeping bag.
The not so good new is I haven't needed my net, either.
Attempting to 'read' the river has been challenging. I've found that pretty much all I'm doing is using Google Maps and looking for slower moving water and then using my depth finder to figure out how deep it is since visibility is has only been 1-3 feet....and in the process I figure I'm likely scaring off any bull trout I'm hoping to tangle with.
My first outing was downstream from Mt. Vernon and I didn't die...so that was a plus.
I guess I found some decent water (although I didn't realize it at the time) cuz there was a drift netter working it for springers this past Monday. That said, I swung and stripped these guys through there but didn't do jack.
For the next outing, I decided to head further down stream after getting some intel from Brandon at the local fly shop. I worked one of the forks up to here....
...................................................by the way...for those who are wondering....my poor man's casting brace is
money.
.....continuing.........for this trip, I brought along my 5 wt and although I evidently don't know what I'm doing, I tried my hand for cutthroat too, but again...didn't do jack for either species....again.
The goal for this past Monday was to head directly to here...
and then fish my way back down. This day was looking good cuz there was a bunch of surface activity in the early morning....AND there were some springers flopping around....but still I was like Yukon Cornelius and got...
It sucks to not catch anything, but in the 'everyone gets a trophy' line of thinking, I've learned something each outing and the scenery is kinda cool...
Plus, the river gods decided to
NOT keep my anchor after a little game of tug of war...which I was rather thankful for.
Finally, with the forecasted heat, subsequent snow melt, and some other stuff I have going, it'll probably be a while before I get back but maybe next time I'll need my net
