martinusbear
09-26-2011, 02:12 PM
My son tried Heenan Lake Saturday morning and I joined him Sunday morning. No action. There were 6 others anglers on the lake and they hadn’t hooked up either.
In the afternoon we moved onto the Carson. We had afternoon thunder showers both days we fished, especially the East Carson which fouled up with silt. My son hooked up a small rainbow on both the East and West Carson.
We had great time on the West Carson. We parked at a bridge crossing the river. Looking down from the bridge, we saw dozens of 8 to 9 inch trout in formation facing upstream. Three anglers were already below the bridge spinning for the trout. But the trout didn’t twitch an eyeball toward the spinners.
Movement down river caught my attention. A big brown bear was working his way upstream and fisherman had their backs to him. We gave them a heads up. One shouted at the bear, but the bear ignored him and kept coming while diligently scanning the river for some food. The spin fishers made hast to get up on the bridge.
Strangely for all the fish, I never saw the bear yank one out. When he went under the bridge, he kicked out plenty more trout including one that looked like a five-pounder. The bear continued upstream. Did he know a better spot?
My son decided to better the bear’s luck and got in the river at the bridge. I stayed up on the bridge to keep an eye out for the bear. I can’t scramble up the banks as fast as I used to. My son played that bridge for over two hours, trying every wet fly in his arsenal. He finally landed a small, but feisty, rainbow on a dry fly. That was all we needed to go home. We’ll be back in October
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In the afternoon we moved onto the Carson. We had afternoon thunder showers both days we fished, especially the East Carson which fouled up with silt. My son hooked up a small rainbow on both the East and West Carson.
We had great time on the West Carson. We parked at a bridge crossing the river. Looking down from the bridge, we saw dozens of 8 to 9 inch trout in formation facing upstream. Three anglers were already below the bridge spinning for the trout. But the trout didn’t twitch an eyeball toward the spinners.
Movement down river caught my attention. A big brown bear was working his way upstream and fisherman had their backs to him. We gave them a heads up. One shouted at the bear, but the bear ignored him and kept coming while diligently scanning the river for some food. The spin fishers made hast to get up on the bridge.
Strangely for all the fish, I never saw the bear yank one out. When he went under the bridge, he kicked out plenty more trout including one that looked like a five-pounder. The bear continued upstream. Did he know a better spot?
My son decided to better the bear’s luck and got in the river at the bridge. I stayed up on the bridge to keep an eye out for the bear. I can’t scramble up the banks as fast as I used to. My son played that bridge for over two hours, trying every wet fly in his arsenal. He finally landed a small, but feisty, rainbow on a dry fly. That was all we needed to go home. We’ll be back in October
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