How could any outdoor loving fisherman not love a tailwater fishery?
A river wide enough that even a novice kayaker or canoeist can maneuver outside a fly fishermen’s casting distance.
Standing in the tailwaters I roll up my sleeves and light my first cigar, a 55 Corojo perfecto. I could feel the cool morning breeze on my bare arms and upon my head through my woven straw hat. The dusty clouds move from mountain top to mountain top under the blue sky.
A few Caddis are already seen fluttering and diving near the water surface.
I knot on a Woolly Bugger and begin fishing while watching for any rises. I spot the first rise. I nip off the Bugger and tie on a matching Caddis imitation. 1,2,3 casts and a trout slaps at the caddis, the line tightens and the trout struggles in the quick current. The rod flexes during the struggle. The first trout comes to net. Not a big trout by any means but the chunky rainbow puts a bigger smile on my face.
The sun finds a gap between the clouds and more Caddis flutter about which causes more rising trout. Flycatchers fly from tree tops from one bank to the other, swooping down on the fluttering caddis. The river waves sparkle from the bright sun like wardrobe sequins under stage lights. Spotting my dry Caddis is at times difficult but the splashing rises are evident. More chunky rainbows come to net.
Time passes as I cast out into the open water time and again.
Another cigar burns, another trout rises and another tight line and struggle resumes.
Unsuspecting trout fall victim to long casts of Caddis imitations.
The workout of casting seems endless as do the trout!
Back at the van I quench my thirst with a cold sweet tea before lighting up a **** Cuban for my long drive home.
The results of time spent is well worth my effort.Another fishing adventure concludes with lasting memories! ~doubletaper
post edited by doubletaper - 2014/08/26 07:25:40