Sunday, July 16, 2006
Last weekend I spent some time on the North Fork of the Lewis. The NFL is possbly the prettiest and most diverse river I have ever fished. Parts coastal river, North Idaho cutthroat stream and Rocky Mountain freestone this little stream in SW Washington felt like many other rivers around the west.
It did however fish differently. While I would not have been suprised to pull out a brown, cutthroat, redband, brookie or bull I only managed to catch a whitefish and many smallish rainbows. Indeed the largest fish brought to hand was a 12" 'bow. Yet, suprisingly, I was not disapointed. You see, dear reader, I was plenty satisfied not only with the beauty of those little trouts but with the scenery, scents and sounds of the river's surroundings. I must be getting old.
While I never saw what one would call a hatch I did see a smattering of caddis, drakes, duns, stones and one large millepede seen here posing next to a #8 stimmy.
More importantly there was always the feeling that there were large fish to be had. Behind every boulder, beneath all the deadfalls and at the bottom of every dark pool swam a leviathan. Its just that none of them chose to take my fly. Did I see any of those big fish? No. But they were there, are still there and will definately be there when I return. When I do one or more of them will take my fly. I hope