The Situation --- the solution?

The situation:

Silver Creek's "S-Turns." On the outside of one bend, across very deep
water and faster currents, lies a VERY nice trout feeding during a baetis
hatch but clearly on nymphs about 6 inches down.

The cast is longish, for spring creek fishing, and difficult as the fish is
in a slow water strip about 8 inches wide near the far shore and there is
much faster water on your side but close to him.

You choose a #20 Sawyer PT ( the kind with the copper wire thorax ) since
you've had very good luck fooling baetis eaters with it for years. After a
few trial casts to his rear, to judge distance and the effects of the
currents, to decide on a type of "tucky' pile" cast that is ugly but drops
considerable slack at the far end of the tippet, hopefully to avoid instant
drag.

You launch the effort and watch your fish. Nothing you can remember seeing
says "set" but something does and you lift to feel him and see him ****ed at
the irritation in his jaw.

He briefly turns away, towards the far shore, but then nearly instantly he
runs AT you and down into the depths between you, much faster than you can
gather slack. There he dives into deep weeds and you can feel him throbbing
through the rod, or maybe it's just the weeds in the current and he's
already broken the 6x and is gone. ?

You canNOT get to him, the water is too deep, nor above him or below him
directly, same problem.

You seem to be connected to a fish that would be "the trout of the season"
if you can land him but he has his ass dug into deep, heavy weeds.


The solution:

Mine wasn't one and after some waiting, tentative tugging, trying to get a
different angle on him and rather extensive use of bad language I grabbed
the leader and tugged until something broke and moved on down the lovely
stream.

Although, on the spring creeks that comprise 95% of my fishing, I encounter
heavy weed growth and fish that know how to use it on a regular basis, I
admit that I don't know "the right" way to deal with a fish gone to weed, or
even have a decent repertoire of "right ways" to try.


YOURS?
I'm all ears ... what would you do?



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Larry L wrote:

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You seem to be connected to a fish that would be "the trout of the season"
if you can land him but he has his ass dug into deep, heavy weeds.

The solution:

Mine wasn't one and after some waiting, tentative tugging, trying to get a
different angle on him and rather extensive use of bad language I grabbed
the leader and tugged until something broke and moved on down the lovely
stream.

If you're in a hurry, eliminate the waiting, tentative tugging
and angle-searching, and switch the order of the breaking-off and
the swearing.....

That's all I got.

"Larry L" wrote in message
.. .
The situation:

He briefly turns away, towards the far shore, but then nearly instantly he
runs AT you and down into the depths between you, much faster than you can
gather slack. There he dives into deep weeds and you can feel him
throbbing through the rod, or maybe it's just the weeds in the current and
he's already broken the 6x and is gone. ?


My cousin and I coined that very description the "Silver Creek Shark
Attack"...

From my experience the end result has been the same as yours... On a couple
occasions, I have let the line go completely slack when the fish tangles
itself in the weed base, I don't know if the fish thinks it's free, however
it would free itself from the weeds and the battle would continue.

By far the most difficult and humbling place I have ever fished.

JT

Larry L wrote:
Silver Creek's "S-Turns"

Cool story. I haven't been over to Silver Creek
in 2-3 years now. I'll have to remember to keep
telling everybody how bad the fishing is over there
these days.

This story reminds me of the bonefish on Linder Cay,
where big bones follow the tide up into an endless
Brer Rabbit tangle of mangroves in shallow water.
You can hook them there, but catching them
is no easy trick.

I hooked a big one there once, and gave him a slack line
as he threaded his way 2-300 yards through the mangroves.
I threaded the rod through the root loops almost all the
way up to the resting fish, but he spooked one more
time, just as I got close again, and snapped a 0x
flourocarbon tippet like a bottle rocket.

On the outside of the tidal creek, at the mouth of
the bight, at the edge of the deep blue water, you can
sometimes see late evening bonefish well over
ten pounds. I've never even succeeded in a sniff.
All I've ever done is spook them off at 300 mph.
But I sure as hell have seen them there.
Those 3 foot monsters don't eat Crazy Charlies,
I don't think. Fish that size need something more
like an 8" Roadkill Streamer.

Reminds me of the stories I've heard about
late fall double digit Silver Creek browns--
chasing chub flies.

Larry, maybe you should consider telling
that story about the Teton River, or the Bechler
or the Big Lost, or that spring creek over on the Shoshone
Indian Reservation........anything other than
what's the real dea.

Larry L wrote:

YOURS?
I'm all ears ... what would you do?

3x tippet

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Cut "to the chase" for my email address.

"rw" wrote

3x tippet



reminded me of

http://www.kimshew.com/flyfish/displ...php?log_id=118




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"salmobytes" wrote


Larry, maybe you should consider telling
that story about the Teton River, or the Bechler
or the Big Lost, or that spring creek over on the Shoshone
Indian Reservation........anything other than
what's the real dea.


Sandy I see your point and maybe I should clear something up here.

You see, everything is relative. When a good fisherman, such as yourself
or most of the roffian ruffians, hears "very large" or "trout of the season"
you undoubtedly envision a different fish than me.

Given MY paltry skills, "very large" is about 10 inches and "fish of the
season" may reach a whopping 12.

Silver Creek .... don't even bother



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Larry L wrote:

Given MY paltry skills, "very large" is about 10 inches and "fish of the
season" may reach a whopping 12.


Well I did recommend bending reality, you know.

That's half the fun of fishing.
My story telling skills are more reliable than my
fish catching. Just remember--one of the great joys
of the fisherman's life, is that lies are not only
expected, they sometimes have great merit.,
they sometimes bring you power and prestige,
with no risk attached.

Jonathan Cook wrote:
salmobytes wrote:

Well I did recommend bending reality, you know.

Got any pics of those browns and lake trout? You're last
TR was something than only exists in my dreams...

Jon.

No, no pics of those. We fished for about two hours in
a driving sleet storm, and than gave up, paddled
across the lake and made camp.

I do tell fishing lies. It's one of my hobbies. But that
particular story was dead truth. Not even exagerrated
for that matter. Well, I did disguise the location.

.........so, if I said "this fishing story is false"
your conclusion would be obvious, no?