As the saying goes, some days you're the statue, some days you're the pigeon...and we got a little of each! Spent Wednesday in 11 Mile Canyon and pulled on more fish than we cared to count! Both Marc and Grant hooked up on many nice fish. While I was preparing our lunch, the water started to boil with heads...Marc grabbed my 4wt rod and landed a beautiful Rainbow trout on his third cast! Watching the excitement and anticipation reminded me how very, very lucky I am to do this for a living! Grant caught a juvenile and a fun and friendly competition was born! Grant certainly caught more and bigger fish in the morning but I think Marc more than settled the score by the tie the hatch had settled.
Thursday was more statue than pigeon. We fished Deckers and we having a hard time moving fish. We had several good hook-ups, but got spit out or broken off...decided to explore a little more of the canyon (this was one of the goals of the trip...) and moved downstream. Moved a couple more but still...none to hand! Moved even further down and found some amazing water that I had never had a client on. Again...moved a few, hooked a couple...but none to hand!
Thankfully none in our group counts success only by numbers. We had two amazing days, got a first hand reminder that if fly fishing is anything, it is a family sport and being to be a small part of this family, if even for only a couple days, was a reward greater than a repeat fish count from our 11 Mile day.