Yesterday we headed back to the Brule, this time with KWP. We left as early as possible and when we arrived at our first spot we were delighted to find the parking lot empty. We headed to the first good hole, and there was a guy fishing it. OK, off to the next hole. Three guys there. Where were they coming from? It turned out there were people all over the river, they were like wood ticks in the spring. Oh well, it’s a long river and there’s always some place you can sneak in and fish. The reports we were getting from everyone sounded discouraging. Nobody was catching any fish. In spite of a favorable weather forecast (clouds, drizzle) we had sun, sun, and more sun. If you think about it, the Steelhead have spent the last few years in hundreds of feet of water out in Lake Superior, and now they’re in a river that’s four feet deep and clear as air. Sunshine is not your friend even if it was a warm pleasant day. We found enough open river to fish hard most of the day with nothing to show for our efforts except few little trout. Then as time was running out in our final spot, KWP suddenly yelled “Fish!” and we were off to the races. I think we ended up about 50 yards down river from where Kendall hooked this beauty. I spent the day drifting nymphs and egg patterns under an indicator. KWP was using freezer burned, 12 year old spawn bags. Hey whatever works!
Thanks KWP for a fun day, can’t wait to get out there again.
SR