The first was with my dad. We waited out some rain that followed the edge of a thunderstorm and dropped down into west branch near Trout Creek Road. It's a nice little run below the dam, and the water tends to stay surprisingly cool and clear. I've caught some nice trout there before, but this go around I didn't even spook one. Once back at the truck, my dad boasted of landing two. But I won. He left with a broken rib. [Tip of the day: always make sure to place reel and rod butt away from your chest when your falling face-first into the ground. Always.]
A week-or-so later my cousin Troy and I headed down to Moody Bridge and dropped in a little below it. We had hoped to float the river, but the water release schedule didn't match the recorded message. Troy took a few moments to console himself with the kayakers up river, and we decided to get some form of fishing in. The pool below the bridge street stretches a good 35 yards and was beautifully riddled with rainbows and browns. I caught the most and was pretty proud of my showing, until Troy ended the evening with a 15+ inch brown. But....no broken ribs.
Flies used: lighted bodied sulfurs, a key fly for the river outside of blue winged olives, Adams, and tan caddises is a pale morning dun.
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