The Talented Trout Fisher That I Am

For some reason Bear decided to take an interest in fishing today, other
than knockin' me off of MY rocks and smirkin' at my fishin' prowess. Bear
and I decided to head over to a buddies Rv campgrounds this morn. The
campgrounds is situated at the confluence of my favorite stream--Upper
Creek-- and Steel Creek. I tied on a blonde parachute fly, about size
16--and, no, I have no idea what it is really called! I cast this fly about
10 or 15 times with nary a strike.

So, I tied a humongous stonefly lookin' winged thing--probably a #8, on to
my 5X tippet and 3wt. line. Somewhat diffficult to cast, if I do sayso
myself. I did manage to catch a very nice bluegill and a smallish crappie.
Managed to lose that fly somewhere in the grass around the large pool where
the two streams converge. Next I tied on a Clouser Minnow, cause I had seen
a good size fish (trout, I think to myself) flash me with its silvery side.
However the large fish wouldn't go for my splashy winged stonefly. And since
I had lost the gigantic winged thingy, I figured I'd go deep with the
Clouser. About five casts into my attempt to get the Clouser out to the
middle of the pool, I found myself lookin' up into the branches of a white
oak tree wonderin' jus how I was gonna retrieve my Clouser Minnow.

Having lost my Clouser to a tree, Bear and I crossed Upper Creek and I tied
on a #12 Royal Wulff, I think?
I cast it a couple of times into the Steel Creek just where it spills into
Upper Creek. Suddenly a blast come out of the water and takes my little fly.
I set the hook, and proceeded to fumble for my cell phone, to take a pic.

The pics are over at abpf.

Op