Wild fish in the rain

This past weekend I took by father and bro-in-law into some wilderness in search of the wild trout. I have been the designated guide over the years in the trout world as I'm the one hitting the streams. I grew up in a bass boat with my father, which is much fun in itself, but took up the chase of trout while in college some years back.

I don't know why it is but sometimes it seems when you plan a big trip some kinda weather front will move in to hamper things, and this trip was no exception. But, as an avid outdoorsman constantly chasing things than swim, climb or grunt, I realize it often can increase your chances of success. This particular trip proved the nasty rain front was just what we should have ordered.

So quickly after church we took off to a destination new to my bro-in-law as in the past I normally take him to hatchery streams. However, over the last couple years I've been draggin him to more remote and less worn out water. He just likes to catch fish but I've been trying to come up with new ideas for us as our time to fish together is back to normal since he moved closer back home.

After suiting up at the stream I tied on a #16 para march brown and was quickly awarded with the beauty of a brown pictured above. You can't miss the unmistakable red markings on this brown, a real jewel of a fish. I somehow missed three strikes before finally getting to the top of the run where this much larger fish gave a strike a kid could land. He was just perfect and gave up a great little fight. I thought at this point I wouldn't bother with a dropper but just as that thought ended here came the rain. Never heavy really but very steady. It seemed to end any dry fly action so I quickly went to a #18 BH Prince. This was again my ticket that never needed changing but once...when an overhanging limb stole it...stinkin trees.

We landed numerous fish, probably 15+ total with each an equal #. My bro-in-law took the larger fish, a boss of a brown with his trusty rooster tail. I wasn't undone though and followed him up with another brown of near equal size taken from a very unlikely run in shallower water. Here are the two of them:

I was more than thrilled to simply know a trout of this size was hanging around in this stream but even more thrilled when he landed it. He somehow managed to bring three fish out of this same hole with the larger one being the last to bite.

All in all the day was right on, sometimes you just have to grin and bare weather conditions that just don't feel right at first. Like my dad said on the way up, "the way I see it, the fish are already wet, it'll only bother us." (he's a quick thinker) We had a great time fishing and joking constantly. I'm a dang moron anyhow so all my better friends have an excellent sense of humor.

Oh, I almost forgot. But first! For all you babies who cry when a wild fish dies...you might want to go grab a tissue. Anyhow, my dad layed the SMACK DOWN on a rainbow. Poor little feller didn't know what was coming when he "over-set" the hook. Pulled that booger right out of the water and straight down onto some rocks. That was it for him. It was clearly an accident as these wild fish, no matter their size, can strike like king kong. We had to laugh as we had no other choice. I tried fish CPR for about 10 seconds and woulda brought out the paddles but we left them in the truck. Dad was upset but fish are fish and he didn't intend for it to happen. Wait, I feel like I'm apologizing or something. Now I need a tissue...

Well, until next trip...tight lines and long live the wild trout (unless my dad is fishing and you better learn how to fly)!