Trout Fishing In The Fall Can't Be Beat

So, I headed out to my favorite trout river the other day.  I figured the fishing would be good because the barometer was dropping as a weather system began to push through the area and the moon would be rising within three hours of me be on the river, so my attitude was as good as it gets.  When I left the house I grabbed a leftover container of worms from the refrigerator and on the drive to the river I contemplated making a quick stop to buy some more, but I never made that stop.

I knew the container had a decent number of worms in it so I figured that there wouldn't be any issue.  As I began transferring the worms from the Styrofoam container, into my bait bag I realized that there were only about 10 worms but I thought, "hey I don't want to be here all afternoon anyway" and I began my trek across the river.

When I reached the first hole, a deep, fairly slow moving stretch of water with  large boulders hidden beneath the surface, I rigged a half of a night crawler onto my gang hooks and began drift fishing.  This is a nice hole where I have caught multiple 18 plus inch rainbows from in the past, but on this day it was not to be.  After drift fishing for upwards of an hour without as much as a nibble, I headed downstream.

When I reached the next hole, which is more of a 'deep run' rather than a 'hole' on my first drift I felt the familiar tap, tap,from a hungry trout.  I hooked and landed 3 or 4 small rainbow trout (8-10 inches) and began to realize that my bait bag was almost empty.  I had used almost all of my worms and only had a few chances left. 

On the next cast I felt the familiar 'pull' feeling that usually means a decent trout is biting.  I set the hook and voila, I missed him!  I quickly reeled in and baiting my gang hooks with my next to last worm, casted out and began drift fishing once again.  Again, I felt the familiar 'pull' from a decent sized trout and set the hook.  This time I 'jagged' him (or her) felt weight and almost as quickly as I hooked the trout, it was off of the end of my line.  An expletive followed as I reeled in to bait my hooks with my final worm. 

Ads I casted out for my final drift of the day, I couldn't help but think about how much I LOVE drift fishing for rainbow trout.  About half way through the drift I felt a nice little tap, tap on the end of my rod.  I set the hook and soon was releasing a beautiful 10 inch rainbow trout.  The big one didn't bite that time, but oh well, you can't catch a monster every time that you go fishing, right?