So, after the great report from Bill the other day, Paul and I decided to be adventurous.
After some advice from Andy at the shop and Johnson's Bait & Tackle, we hit the new Tisdale ramp. We got some negative reports from people that had come in with extra minnows from downstream.... So, we headed upstream.
We motored up way past Grimes, and finally picked a spot, started fishing back down. Not too far downstream, I hooked up... damn, it's just a sucker! He sure was a different color than what we're used to seeing. Big black stripe down it's lateral line. He seemed to like the ugly chartreuse clouser minnow I tied in Pete's fly-tying class a few weeks ago.
Anyway, coming down to another bend, thought I was snagged again, except this time, it pulled back! 'Bout DAMN time I got one on the Sac! I ended up landing a 22" stripe....
BUT, he was a "big ol' pig", weighing in at 6 lbs! Wow, that felt good!
There's plenty of junk in the bottom of that river! UGH. I got snagged a number of times, and lost several flies (the clouser, a minnow, and ruined another minnow), something we're not accustomed to in the delta. I guess it's a good thing a certain someone ties them! Paul says, if I keep losing 'em like that, I'll have to tie my own....
No, Paul hasn't caught any yet.....
So, we anchored for lunch in Girdner Bend... And, of course, while we were stuffin' our faces, a fish had to jump outta the water about 30 feet away.... figures. Good thing it was just a bait fish... Paul thinks it looked like a squaw fish, 'bout 12" or so... So, we finished eating.
Moving right along.... Not to be outdone.... Downstream a bit further, Paul lands another 6 lb'er on his 6 wt tcr. This drug us down and around an anchored bait-guy. He says "you catching 'em on minnows?"... Paul says, "yeah, sort of". I made him weigh it after he let me land it for him. This one was 23". Still pretty fat.
So, we motored back up to the top of that run....
Almost in the exact same spot.... Paul yells "Fish on!" and around we go again.... back downstream, around the bait-guy (Paul needs a bigger rod). I sheepishly tell the guy, "sorry, we got another one..." This one weighed in at 9.5 lbs... 28". Another pig.
I think we were the only fly-rodders out there, that we saw....
Once the sun hit the horizon, we tried top-water for a little while. And, of course, the wind came up I smacked myself with a bubblehead, hooked it in my coat... (hurt like hell, but I still won't pinch my barbs! At least I don't fish naked!) But, LOVED my rio short!
Back at the ramp... In the dark.... Had to crawl up the rocky bank, and get the truck... Slowly, but successfully backed the trailer down the ramp (only my 3rd successful attempt). Very nice ramp, but no restrooms, or dock, or LIGHTS. But, FREE, and has a garbage dumpster... guess I can't complain too loudly.
All our fish were taken with casts that were 2 feet from the bank, and in less than 10 ft of water...
All-in-all... a good afternoon out... If this is the definition of "tough for fly-rodders", we'll take it.... I'll take a 6-6-9 any day!
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