Well, I finally got some fishing in this weekend. I had sent out an email the night before, letting my fellow TVangler buddies know I was going to give the Flint a whirl. This time of year the early morning bite isn’t much different from the mid afternoon. In fact, the fishing seems to get better once the sun warms the water a bit. With that in mind, my goal was to be on the water around 8 or so. When there is something that I really want to do, my biological alarm clock never let’s me down. I woke up around 6:30, sluggishly arranged my gear, and was ready to head out around 7:15. I was too lazy to fix coffee, so I made time for a short pit stop at the Shell station.
When I arrived at the river, Jason was already there trying to get a few fish ahead of me. I wasn’t afraid, after all he was merely a disgruntled razorback faithful trying to pay me back from their loss to the crimson tide last season. Despite not being worried, I just had to ask….”Catch anything?” Whew, so far he had only managed a smallie. One fish down isn’t too bad I thought. After putting our waders on and comparing flies for a few minutes, we were ready for some fish action.
If you recall, I bought a new camera a while back and have been scared to take it fishing. Although it may come as a shock to most, money isn’t something that I have a lot of. On the other hand, that’s what I bought it for though, so what the heck. With my luck, I just knew this decision would come back to haunt me. Jason gave me the go ahead to start casting. I handed my precious camera off to him as I made a few casts into the swift river edge. No bites, so I worked my way into the water hitting every spot at least twice.
Nothing! I motioned for Jason to give the lower run a try. I messed around with the camera a while he tried his magic. We fished downstream for the next hour or so without any luck. As always, there are those instances where you think you may have got a nibble or two, but as they say, “the proof is in the pudding.” To our defense, the water was a little high and running pretty fast as we had some rain the night before. It was also a little darker than it normally was, but not too dingy to fish.
Before long Jason said he had to go do some things around the house. Although we hadn’t caught a thing, we both agreed that it had been fun regardless. I decided that I would stay for a while since it was such a beautiful day. As I continued to work my way downstream, I began to think that there were no fish in the river. I don’t remember the last time I went without a bite for this long. Finally, I pulled a smallie from the head of a rather large run! It wasn’t much to brag on, but it was a fish nonetheless. The #10 olive wooly bugger released the fish before I had a good grip on it, so I wasn’t able to get a picture.
As I made a few more casts into the pool, it sounded as if a horse were running through the water in my direction. I looked up just in time to see a good sized buck running down the middle of the river, straight towards me. I quickly grabbed my camera, and pulled the lens cap off to take a few pictures. I got the pictures, but my lens cap wasn’t so fortunate as it slipped out of my fingers into the raging water. There was no chance to save it as I helplessly watched it barrel downstream. Dangit!!! The comforting news was that I didn’t drop my camera.
I noticed quite a congregation of fish feeding in the run. It was really hard to tell what they were, but I know they weren’t bass. I managed to get a picture although not a very good one. They sure the heck weren’t looking for a wooly bugger, black or olive. Seeing that the fishing wasn’t going to get much better, I decided to head back. As I made my way back upstream, I found myself in some pretty fast water. After looking up, I saw what I thought was some sort of mammal trying being washed downstream straight towards me. It wouldn’t be long before I could identify the creature as it was moving at an extremely fast pace. By the time it was within 15 yards of me, I saw it was a snake and was ready to stab it with my fly rod. It was a narrow miss, but I was safe!
Once I made it back to the parking area, I decided to make a few casts under the bridge. On the second cast I hooked a nice size bluegill as it hammered my bugger. It was a short fight but fun anyhow. This one didn’t get a break like the smallie, so I quickly took his mug shot. I threw a few more casts with a few bites, but I think I had spooked the other fish in that area. I landed a fish though, now the day was complete. Two things came from this day. The first was that I caught more than Jason (just giving him a hard time), and lastly I got all the rust knocked off my fishing gear.
keep the hooks wet,