“Will you please stop! It’s too early… Ugh!” Normally I’m okay with it, but I didn’t get off of work until late last night. “Can someone please get that rooster to stop?”
This being a holiday weekend, my radar was homed in on fishing. “What else is new?” I was planning on hitting the river early, but had no idea how late I’d be working last night. Regardless, no matter what time I got up, fishing was the plan.
After getting ready, I headed out and straight to the store for the usual Monster Ultras. From there, I made my way up the highway about five minutes to a spot I still hadn’t fished but have been wanting to.
You know what I’ve noticed here? Guides don’t really get their rafts on the water until sometime after 8am. I guess the whole early bird and worm thing doesn’t really apply to trout fishing around here. I digress.
I still had a rainbow pattern Rapala from last weekend, so threw that around for a while… NOTHING! I decided to switch tactics and try a spinner. “Wow! I’m losing quite the assortment of spinners. These compartments are going empty.” I tied a silver bodied and blade spinner and cast out across the current before beginning my retrieve. “Ha, I saw you.” I saw the flash of a fish chase my spinner right up to the riverbank. I knew I was onto something with the spinner. I cast the lure back out to the general vicinity of the previous cast and began my retrieve. FISH-ON! I didn’t have my waders on, so carefully guided the fish to opening where I could drop down and scoop it with my net. It wasn’t the biggest fish I’ve caught, but a nice cutthroat nonetheless.
After releasing the fish, I cast back out and hooked into another, though it quickly threw the hook. “Damn! I’m getting hungry. I’ll check out one more spot, before heading back for some breakfast.”
After breakfast I putted around the house for a while, reading, cleaning and what not. “Okay, I’ve been here long enough. Time to get back out on water.”
I made my way up to Tin Cup Creek. It really is a pretty stream. And though I’ve not caught anything out of it yet, I was determined to give it another try. The last time I was there, I lost a Rapala and two Trout Magnet setups.
Still rigged with the spinner from my earlier catch, I cast the lure into a pool near the outside bend of the creek. I began my retrieve when after three revolutions… FISH-ON! “Awe damnit! It got away. At least I know they’re here.” I carefully worked the creek a few more times with that spinner with no results. “Well, there goes that lure.” I lost the lure to a snag. “Uggh! This is getting crazy. I’m losing too many lures.” I looked through my lure box trying to decide which to use next. I’ve lost my favorite lures, so at this point it’s dealers choice. Not really caring too much at this point, I reached for an all copper looking body and blade. First cast… FISH-ON! I worked him carefully into my net. “Nice! Another Cutthroat.”
After getting a picture and releasing him, I cast the lure back out into the pool… FISH-ON! “Whoa, two casts with this lure and two hookups.” It was another cutthroat, a tad smaller than the one I previously caught, but hey I’ll take it. I cast the lure our for a third time… No luck! I cast the lure out a fourth time… No luck! I cast the lure out a fifth time… FISH-ON! “Wow three fish from the same hole on the same lure.”
After releasing the fish—cutthroat, I tossed the lure around a few more times. I had two more hook-ups, but both threw the lure. “Okay, I’m happy with today’s results and with this lure. Whoodathunkit.”
All said and done, I caught four cutthroat and had some hookups that threw the hook. Not too bad.
