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A big post spawn female lake run brown trout |
Once again I had the opportunity
to get out for my birthday and share some water with a few friends.
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Leif's huge hen lake run brown |
I started out fly fishing at a
downstream location on some private water before everyone else showed up and
quickly put two fish in the net, one of which was easily over the twelve pound
mark. The other, a smaller post spawn female, took a lot longer than expected
to find the net. In fact, many of the fish on this day would follow its example
and put us and our gear to the test over, and over, and over again.
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Ethan with a nice female taken on the swing |
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Matt tries to make his 4 piece into a five....again! |
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Denver and Matt with a double |
By late morning
Jessie, Ethan and
the rest of the upstream gang met up with me on the private section of water.
We each continued to find our own fish, taking a break here and there to grab a
cup of coffee, share some stories and catch up on the goings-on in each other’s
lives. The only stop in the fishing came during lunch, when our gracious host Jim
provided an amazing homemade venison stew. But, as good as the lunch was, the
fishing had been better and we needed to get back on the water.
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Jessie with a nice post spawn hen |
Over the next few hours more and
more fish came to the net. Mostly all brown trout, save one nice steelhead that
Jessie landed to ruin the curve. And with his landing the only bit of chrome of
the day, he maintains his perfect yearly “birthday” steelhead batting average.
A tradition that I don’t think he’ll relinquish anytime in the near future.
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Colored up post spawn female |
The fish were everywhere. The
riffle sections, pools, pocket water, and slower tail-outs and slack water all
held fish. The spawn had been done for a couple of weeks and with the warmer
weather, they were on the search for food before the cold started to settle in.
Our fish on the day were on par for the
average for lake run trout in any of the Lake Ontario tributaries, which is right
around seven pounds and somewhere between twenty four to twenty six inches. Many
of us were fortunate to land fish over ten pounds with a few in the low teens.
Even then, I still managed to find a pod of lake runs here and there that held
one or two fish that were easily pushing the twenty pound mark. A truly massive
fish that never found the bottom of my net.
The end of my day finished just as
it had started, with two more brown trout to the net. And that was it! I then said
my good-byes, shook hands with the guys that were left, and spent the next twenty
five minutes on the drive home replaying the day in my head.
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My last fish of the day. |
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Kyped out male brown trout |
When the catching is as good as
the fishing, you try and hold on just a little bit longer to the memory of each
fish. Hoping that they remain separate and don’t bleed together into one big
mess.
Thanks again Denver for sharing a birthday with me, and to the rest of the guys who did their best to drag themselves out there to celebrate with us!
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