We quickly had a small one that grabbed the fly, tail-danced, then broke off--tippet too light or too old--leaving a limp line to reel in. Several more grabs and brief runs--yes we were farming them, but we are in the farmlands after all--and then we finally got into a rhythm. We had tried black buggers, purple buggers, fuschia buggers, smaller nymphs and didn't have much early interest.
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| A fat 21" rainbow--first fish to hand. Great way to start the season! |
As the day warmed up, the fish did too. We found the most success with green or greenish buggers, weighted. I used an intermediate line and Mark had a floating line. I caught all rainbows, with two over 20" and a couple 18-19". Mark had similar results, but also managed to bring in a couple of brown trout. We spent two productive hours enjoying the sunshine, the fish, and the friendship--and then had to head back to Wenatchee to pick up kids from school.
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| Mark adds a nice brown to his tally for the day |
I look forward to more visits to the FRC this spring to make up for my lack thereof last year. My Dad's illness took a toll on our fishing trips there together, though as I started on the water with Mark it brought to my memory my last time there last spring--it was the last time I went fishing with my dad at the club. Good memories!
