Skunked.
From a fish catching point of view the outing was a bust.
Looking for big bass among the weed beds called for 8 weights pushing big flies in the wind, and the water was off to boot.
Heave, strip, strip, strip, strip, heave.
From a fly fishing point of view it felt sweet to wield the big stick and work on the double haul.
Do it for a few hours and somewhere along the way your mind stops thinking about casting mechanics and the wind and the fish.
Heave, strip, strip, strip, strip, heave.
From a what the hell look at that point of view there was a 10 minute window of amazing light on the trees across the river. At first a single tree was spotlighted by the sunlight arching over the curving rim of the little canyon, then a few others. Hardly time to grab the images and it was over.
The highlighted trees almost looked ghost like with their shaggy spanish moss and bare branches. (A few more images here on our portfolio site.)
Heave, strip, strip, strip, strip, heave.
Cheeseburger.
Tags: Dry Fly Media
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Great pic – but I’m still looking forward to spring.
Damn bass. Those fellas drive me nuts! But it is fun heaving that much line with a more powerful rod, and Ill even admit that I’ve had a few spectacular days bass fishing.
Love the content lately fellas, keep it rollin’
-Ben
@ Leigh – me too.
@ Ben – thanks. Agree damn bass.
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