Sven, Madison an I got out there at about 2 o'clock or so, lines in the water shortly thereafter. This was Maddy's first camping trip and she seemed to thouroughly enjoy it (as any golden retriever pup should). I landed four or five fish that day, Sven probably landed about ten.
On friday I managed to land three. Sven said that he "prolly got a dozen."
I managed to leave my rod on Sven's roof rack when we left so I'm now down one 6 weight rod and a reel that had a #7 intermediate line on it. What can you do?
Showing posts with label Rocky Ford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rocky Ford. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Rocky Ford Creek 12/22/04
Nope wasn't too far above the footbridge. Though he hooked a couple he had yet to land anything. I found a spot close to him and we BS's while we fished. Neither of us were having any luck at that spot so we walked back up to the main pool where I had landed three pigs earlier.
I was able to get into one more tank but that was it. A warden came by and checked our licences and flies to make sure the hooks were barbless. He also aked us how we were doing. I told him that I caught four fish he said that I was doing better than everyone else.
There were many times that day that I wished I had a rod set up for a dry fly. The midges were coming off in waves and the fish responded by rising to them. I have to admit I'm curious to see if one of those igs can be landed on 5x tippet.
All and all a good few hours of fishing.
I was able to get into one more tank but that was it. A warden came by and checked our licences and flies to make sure the hooks were barbless. He also aked us how we were doing. I told him that I caught four fish he said that I was doing better than everyone else.
There were many times that day that I wished I had a rod set up for a dry fly. The midges were coming off in waves and the fish responded by rising to them. I have to admit I'm curious to see if one of those igs can be landed on 5x tippet.
All and all a good few hours of fishing.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Rocky Ford, 11/26/04
Driving through Mercer Island at about ten in the morning I got the call. " This is Sven, where are you, there's no wind and the parking lot is empty." Sven's mention of the parking lot tells the nature of my destination today. "Ephrata U-Fish" is the most descriptive moniker I've heard yet. Rocky Ford Creek is essentially a stock pond, albeit a nice stock pond.
Stock pond or not The Ford has some nice fish that will put a parabola in your rod. As I drove by the main pool (enroute to the parking lot) I saw Sven playing a nice fish from the far bank.
I took my time rodding up for a change. Maybe because after fishing I had to continue on to Spokane and face the in laws, today seemed like a good day to take things in stride. I strung up a 7wt line on my 9'9" 5 wt and tied on an olive woolhead sculpin. Satisfied with this rig I put on my waders and walked down to the "creek."
Sven was in the same spot and he had another fish on. There were maybe a dozen other anglers along a quarter mile section of water and so far Sven was the only angler I saw catch anything. I felt confident that I would get into 'em too, after all I was to learn "System Sven" from the self proclaimed, "Streamer King" himself.
I started out almost directly across from 'ol Sven and was into fish within ten minutes. I wasn't exactly suprised to catch my first Rocky Ford rainbow but the strike was violent and the fight dynamic. Only a Polaris missile can compare with a hooked rainbow when it comes to lauching out of the water. Even then a Polaris only launches once, some of these Rocky Ford trout gave a hearfelt (though less ballistic) encore. I didn't measure any of the ten or so fish I caught but I would be suprised if any of them were under 20 inches. Not a bad haul for a few hours of fishing.
Back at the rigs Sven had his camp already set up and a nice fire built too. We swapped war stories about the day's battles and congratulated each other on our fishing prowess. I managed to pilfer a beer from my buddy's cooler and mooch a dog off the grill before I had to get back on the road and see my fam for the holiday. Thanks Sven.
Stock pond or not The Ford has some nice fish that will put a parabola in your rod. As I drove by the main pool (enroute to the parking lot) I saw Sven playing a nice fish from the far bank.
I took my time rodding up for a change. Maybe because after fishing I had to continue on to Spokane and face the in laws, today seemed like a good day to take things in stride. I strung up a 7wt line on my 9'9" 5 wt and tied on an olive woolhead sculpin. Satisfied with this rig I put on my waders and walked down to the "creek."
Sven was in the same spot and he had another fish on. There were maybe a dozen other anglers along a quarter mile section of water and so far Sven was the only angler I saw catch anything. I felt confident that I would get into 'em too, after all I was to learn "System Sven" from the self proclaimed, "Streamer King" himself.
I started out almost directly across from 'ol Sven and was into fish within ten minutes. I wasn't exactly suprised to catch my first Rocky Ford rainbow but the strike was violent and the fight dynamic. Only a Polaris missile can compare with a hooked rainbow when it comes to lauching out of the water. Even then a Polaris only launches once, some of these Rocky Ford trout gave a hearfelt (though less ballistic) encore. I didn't measure any of the ten or so fish I caught but I would be suprised if any of them were under 20 inches. Not a bad haul for a few hours of fishing.
Back at the rigs Sven had his camp already set up and a nice fire built too. We swapped war stories about the day's battles and congratulated each other on our fishing prowess. I managed to pilfer a beer from my buddy's cooler and mooch a dog off the grill before I had to get back on the road and see my fam for the holiday. Thanks Sven.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
