Thank goodness I followed Joe thru the brush as he is basically a muscle shark and breaks trail like a Stegosaurus headed to the house. This creek isn't for the beer cooler toting fishing crowd. It was hard work just to get to where the good pools were. Heavy brush and in a couple of places we actually turned Mountain Goat. Remember old guys what you go down, eventually you have to go up.
We leap frogged the pools with each of us having our one shot at the pool. One screw up with the local natives and that pool was done. I had the good fortune to hook into a couple of nice fish. Maybe if I beg Joe will send me a picture of the native Bow I tricked in a small pool. First fish on my 2 weight Bamboo. Sure am glad I built it. It is a smooth rod with the ability to roll cast a bit of line. Not that we had very many opportunities to get the line flying. I knew I was fishing a small creek with my kind of folks when there were two Bamboo and two Fiberglass rods and dry flies.
I fished for a few hours and had to take off so I am not sure how Joe and Chris ended the day, they were still headed up stream when I bailed out. Like the genius I am I missed the vauge trail coming back and ended up breaking a trail thru the brush. I knew if I kept the noise of the creek to my right eventually I would hit the trail or the road..... 1000 cuts later I finally hit the trail. Sure would of been nice to have Stegosaurus Joe to bust a trail.
Until next time my friends,