Green River....day 2

Early morning dawn patrol... Time 7:00 a.m. Overnight temperatures were in the low 20's, there is ice covering the inside of the car windows and all I can think about is getting to the river, but gotta pack and eat...quickly.Thinking about what ammo to use today..... Streamers/buggers gotta go with what I know.

We started the hiking at 8:00 a.m. It was actually warming up quickly..... or.... was it that I was almost at running pace on the trail, trying to get to the river. We came to some nice stretch of the river and decided to toss a few casts before moving on. Regina had a few hard hits and I managed to pick up one....on the streamer/bugger I might add..


Keeping with the game plan, we headed in a few miles to a great section of the river. It was looking great so I decided to nymph?? Regina rigged with a bugger and was having hit after hit. I was casting frantically, over thinking things once again. Then all of the sudden I heard a laugh, she is on. The reel is screaming, she can barely hold the rod up. I ran over to tighten the drag, helped hold the rod tip up, she couldn't take in line when reeling, the fish was running. The next five minutes seemed like an hour. She was doing quite well in light of my coaching, in my most encouraging loud voice :) She was gaining on it, I again helped her hold the rod tip up and this time I felt the full weight of the fish. A few more minutes went by, I went for the camera and then I heard... snap... the line broke. She couldn't hold the rod tip up and the second it went down it parted off. Oh well... it was a great fight! The fish won that round. We felt bad about leaving a fly in the fishes mouth but there is really nothing we could do but learn from this and keep going. She was tired after that battle so we decided to rest... she decided to rest, I kept fishing. Now that I had seen all the action she was getting ,I rigged with a bugger. Why I went to nymphing is beyond me... Out thinking myself once again.


Well, I sure am glad that I made the switch to a bugger. I managed to pick up a dozen and had many more LDR's. What a great day! Temperatures were in the upper 40's. The river was relatively empty and I finally got into some fish. I learned a lot and wish that the adventure wasn't coming to an end. It always seems too short...can't wait till the next trip.
The might Green River. Wish I had a drift boat but the anticipation of fishing this place again will keep me wanting to hike in further.