The man is ridiculous
Every year I spend a lot of time driving to get to my favorite spring fishery. This year was no exception. I coordinated a small platoon to join me including Greg Drapeau (who was providing us with his first appearance since moving from Colorado last November) as well as the expertise of infallible Sean Surniak.
Temperature in the canyon at 7am in March? 4 degrees. It was so cold that when I broke off I just grabbed another rod out of the car. I didn’t even bring a pack with me, I just left everything in the car in hopes of being able to sit next to the heater. As is usually the case however, the fishing was great from first light until
This is Gregory
10:30 (or about the time it got warm). I spent a significant portion of my afternoon watching Surniak pick out the biggest fish in every pool and place perfect casts with perfect presentations that usually resulted in larger than life rainbow trout.
I picked up a valuable piece of information this fine day from Sean. His strategy was to place the fly three feet in front of the fish and adjust your weight accordingly.
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I often find that I get too lazy to pull in my rig and and pinch on another shot. If all else fails he said, “Just throw on an old Buick and get that fly down.” Coupling this new found knowledge with Sean’s adamant requests to use smaller indicators, I adjusted my tactics and caught something that at least was respectable.
I’ll be back soon…
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