I've often said that the two worse enemies of a fly fisherman are the sun and the wind. That is one of the reasons why I like to fish during the daylight hours and on into the mid-morning. Once you have fished all the shaded areas, getting a hit, especially on top, becomes difficult. If you are dealing with wind, don't bother to fish dries or poppers, but you can fish subsurface flies such as nymphs and streamers, which I used on the Sipsey Tailrace this morning. As I entered the gorge, I noticed a slight breeze and a feeling of being lonesome, " I WAS THE ONLY FLY FISHERMAN THERE!" A first for me, which gave me my choice of which pocket holes I would try first.
This trout was the first I landed in one of the pocket holes above the steps at Access 6. Notice I am wearing gloves now; most of the time, I am on the water. I have had two small cancerous growths removed from both hands this year. All those years in the sun have caught up with me. My gloves were wet because I didn't want to handle a trout with a dry glove. The gill plate and fins on this trout had some color, unusual for a stock trout.
I always fish the Sipsey now using a wading staff because of this type of surface one encounters when fishing here.
I had 30 minutes by myself before guys started showing up to join me. I would see five other individuals fishing before I left. This stretch of surface rock can be challenging to navigate because of the slim covered surface of the stones. One misstep, and you fall. I have seen guys take a fall because they get in a hurry trying to move from one spot to the next.
When I landed this trout, the wind had started blowing so hard I almost lost my hat; the hat strip had saved it from blowing across the tailrace. I was to the point I would wait for a pause in the 20 mph wind gust and make a cast, and even then, I had difficulty placing the nymph.
I arrived at eight and left by ten. I found the parking lot empty when I walk back to my truck. I kept telling myself I would land a few more trout, but it would not happen. The wind had taken over and killed the bite for the morning.
Guys, I can't end this post without showing you a few video clips of Bryson, our oldest Grandson playing in last Sunday's Flag Football game.
His team and his Brother Cash's team will be in the playoffs next Sunday, so guess where Pops
and Meme will be?
Cash finding an open receiver and throwing a touchdown pass--great footwork and concentration!
This past Tuesday I spent a few hours fishing the Sipsey. I was fishing numerous flies trying different presentations in some of the familiar spots I frequent here. As I've said before the Sipsey gets tremendous fishing pressure being the only cold water tailrace in the state. So in order to land trout here, one needs to be persistent, have patience and a willingness to work for the trout you catch.
The results of persistence, patience, and willingness to work enabled me to land this 20-inch rainbow, the largest I've ever caught on the Sipsey. A tremendous workload for my 10 ft. 3 wt.
High sticking or Euro Nymphing made it possible to work these pocket holes standing downstream and letting my nymph do its magic! Overcast skies helped conceal my presence as I worked in these areas. Sometimes one trout can make a trip and today it proved true for me!!
