Headed out on Monday with a little trepidation.
Weather was too iffy to go as far as I wanted to, but I still got to fish some new water.
I certainly had hopes of an eclipse fish.
Pulling up on the spot I walked in with the rod.
Looking at the water I decided to hop in for a bit.
A bit meaning the entire day I guess.
There's something freeing about the vulnerability of fishing small streams in shorts and flipflops.
Even with waders, wading socks, and boots in the car.
With all the risks assumed, I ventured into the unknown.
The stream had seen lots of rehabilitation and there was plenty of good structure.
Not quite quickly enough I realized I was on the wrong pattern.
Switched things out and swung a streamer in the strangely gloomy, and cloudy day.
Reasonable fish started slashing, but only once and quickly losing interest.
After missing a nearly reasonable fish, I took a shot in the dark.
Downsized to a little gob of nymph in a similar color scheme and threw it upstream a couple of time to saturate.
Once it started dropping through the water column I let it continue on into the pool I'd just been struck in.
My fly tumbled along over one, then two strands of aquatic vegetation and into the the mouth of the fish!
It shot up like a rocket and inhaled my smaller offering.
With a nearly effortless hook set the two of us tangled in the gray early afternoon light.
Quickly, photos were taken, then release.
In quick succession fish two through five came to hand as well.
All were similarly sized and thus, didn't warrant their own photos. Suddenly the clouds broke and the sun appeared.
Reminded of the eclipse I checked my phone and found it was over.
Looking back, I realize the flurry of activity was an eclipse bite, and once the Sun came out it was OVER.
I eeked out a couple more bites.
And a couple more fish.
But nothing like during the actual event.
I'll be ready next time!