Since the weather has been warming quite dramatically in recent weeks, even though the past few days have been in the fifties during the daytime, I figured that the run off would make the Swan River all but un-fishable. But with an afternoon of unproductiveness staring me in the face, I thought to myself, "why not head out and take a look? Maybe Pacific Park will have area's that can be fished?" And with that thought, I began to gather my equipment.
Waders and boots, fishing vest with back up gang hooks, Polarized Sunglasses , a bite to eat and I was off. Within 30 minutes I was at the river and by the grace of God, no one was there (I prefer to fish alone whenever possible). Withing 45 minutes of thinking the above thought I was standing in the water, basking in the glory that brings me as much peace as any single activity that I can engage in. I'm glad I had the thought and more importantly took the time to act on it!
Within minutes of starting to fish I had a bite and missed the son of a gun. "It's okay I thought, I'm rusty this early in the season". Two more casts and a hooked a fish (presumably a rainbow trout?) and as it shook it's head, threw the gang hooks from it's mouth. I couldn't believe it, because that rarely happens, but oh well, right? Over the next 15 or so minutes I hooked and lost four more fish, so I moved downstream a bit.
I was fishing the edge of a very large pool, where the water was raging in the center. The edge was the only place that I could get a good drift and the fish obviously preferred the slower current as well. Finally, I hooked what felt like a decent little rainbow and this time I could tell I got a good hook set. I knew the fish wasn't huge, but it's sometimes hard to gauge this early in the year, so I took my time. Within a minute or so I was admiring a nice, fat, little 12 or so inch rainbow trout before returning her to the water from which she came. This was a well fed rainbow, that reminded me of one of those little Nerf footballs that I used to have when I was growing up. Yep, she was a fattie!
The bottom line is that even a blind squirrel like me can find a trout every once in a while.