So, to ring in the new year, Paul and I ventured up to Lewiston to fish the Trinity for the weekend. Boy, it was mighty chilly up there... even, at only a few thousand feet!
It was rainin' cats & dogs all night new year's eve, but we decided to go ahead and try to go out with the guide we'd scheduled for New Year's Day. About 20 minutes into the drift, the guide said, "I have good news and I have bad news for you. The bad news is we're not catchin' any fish today. The good news is I don't have any more bad news for ya!" Boy, he wasn't kiddin'.... We didn't even get a bite. The water was just too muddy, color of creamed coffee. So, we're rescheduling for another day, since he was booked the next two days.
Amazingly enough, the water cleared up pretty good by the next morning, so, hubby and I headed out again around 8:00 am or so. About the 3rd cast, thought I was stuck on a rock, but then the line took off! My exact words were, "That's a fish! That's goddamn fish!" Hubby patiently guided me on how to land him, which took many minutes, mainly because I was mentally praying the whole time that I didn't snap him off .
Well, I landed him, as you can see below (26"- ate a red Copper John):
Safely released :
We tried many more places for many more hours, and didn't get another bite anywhere.
Tried again this morning, and still nothing.... ah well, I'm just ecstatic I finally joined the club.
P.S. not sure if it matters, but the water was a crisp 42 degrees...
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