Second Creek is an interesting place. The 1.5 to 2 mile stretch that we fish is a catch and release, fly fishing only area, which in and of itself is great but it often feels like you need a PhD in trout to catch anything there. It is regularly stocked by the
DNR a few times a year with Rainbows and occasionally Browns, which are really cool. Although it is a fly fish only area there is plenty of evidence of people coming in with bait and fishing areas of the stream out, which contributes to the difficulty in catching these fish. I've caught several really nice fish from here, but there have been just as many days where I've walked away having caught nothing. Then there are days when it just flat out kicks your ass. Like the time I went with Craig and Josh.
Neither one of those two slayed the fish, but they both had caught a couple. I on the other hand landed the big goose egg, and to top it all off I lost my new fly box that I got for Christmas somewhere in the creek which had ever
y fly I had spent the winter tying. Since then I have
fastened a
safety string to the box so that it won't happen again. The best trip I've had there in recent memory was one that Craig and I went on a few years back where I caught an 18 to 19 inch Brown Trout. I noticed him quietly sipping tiny insects on the surface of the water so I put on a number 16 black ant that I tied myself and made a nice easy cast just above where he had been. The fly
slowly drifted in the
current downstream towards the fish and then
BAM it was on. An
interesting side note to this story was that Craig and I had brought my brother along with us who was more interested in hanging out than fishing. Having started his liquid diet early that morning he took up position on a swinging bridge just above us and was nearly three sheets to the wind around the time I caught this fish. The humor was in the fact that the setting almost seemed scripted like a
scene from a River Runs Through It. There Craig and I were skillfully
fly fishing for trout. I had successfully spotted, stalked, and hooked a large Brown on a tiny dry fly that I tied. At the moment that I was about to land him Craig hollered out as he also hooked and landed a nice trout slightly upstream from me, scoring us the coveted and often rare feat of "Doubles" when both anglers catch a fish at the same instant. There we both stood,
masters of our domain, conquers of both fish and nature and just as the heavens were about to open up and the
celestial music was about to start we were both jolted back to reality by my brother bellowing from his perch on the swinging bridge yelling, "WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP."
Second Creek is an interesting place. The 1.5 to 2 mile stretch that we fish is a catch and release, fly fishing only area, which in and of itself is great but it often feels like you need a PhD in trout to catch anything there. It is regularly stocked by the DNR a few times a year with Rainbows and occasionally Browns, which are really cool. Although it is a fly fish only area there is plenty of evidence of people coming in with bait and fishing areas of the stream out, which contributes to the difficulty in catching these fish. I've caught several really nice fish from here, but there have been just as many days where I've walked away having caught nothing. Then there are days when it just flat out kicks your ass. Like the time I went with Craig and Josh. Neither one of those two slayed the fish, but they both had caught a couple. I on the other hand landed the big goose egg, and to top it all off I lost my new fly box that I got for Christmas somewhere in the creek which had ever
y fly I had spent the winter tying. Since then I have fastened a safety string to the box so that it won't happen again. The best trip I've had there in recent memory was one that Craig and I went on a few years back where I caught an 18 to 19 inch Brown Trout. I noticed him quietly sipping tiny insects on the surface of the water so I put on a number 16 black ant that I tied myself and made a nice easy cast just above where he had been. The fly slowly drifted in the current downstream towards the fish and then BAM it was on. An interesting side note to this story was that Craig and I had brought my brother along with us who was more interested in hanging out than fishing. Having started his liquid diet early that morning he took up position on a swinging bridge just above us and was nearly three sheets to the wind around the time I caught this fish. The humor was in the fact that the setting almost seemed scripted like a scene from a River Runs Through It. There Craig and I were skillfully
fly fishing for trout. I had successfully spotted, stalked, and hooked a large Brown on a tiny dry fly that I tied. At the moment that I was about to land him Craig hollered out as he also hooked and landed a nice trout slightly upstream from me, scoring us the coveted and often rare feat of "Doubles" when both anglers catch a fish at the same instant. There we both stood, masters of our domain, conquers of both fish and nature and just as the heavens were about to open up and the celestial music was about to start we were both jolted back to reality by my brother bellowing from his perch on the swinging bridge yelling, "WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP."
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dude thats hilarious. seems like most of the time bolar went with us we were ready to through rocks in his fishing hole by the time he was through
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