i need to save this thread ... i wish i had it back in late May. i was on the Beaverkill - right before Memorial Day. it was real hot. i got to the Cemetery Pool right at 5pm - no one at the big bend riffle at the very top of the long Cemetery pool - only one guy well below fishing the tail out. flow was 550 ish, after a big rain day before. i planted my fat rear into the flow in middle of that riffle - on the edge. it started to get cloudy and then the shadows started to cover the pool. then WHAM, big splashy rise. then another. then ... the whole pool is EXPLODING with rises - up in the fast water, in the seams along the fast water, in the slicks down below. everywhere. i catch a bug from the air jogging by - it was large-ish ... a #12 ... some closer to #10 --- bordeaux wine colored body / smokey gray wing. ISOs. i had on a #12 parachute ISO with a white post - had a ball. BUT ... i see now in retrospect all those exploding rises were on emergers. i wish i would have swung some of those soft hackles ( pics from above ) through there. Really -- they were smashing the surface like Orcas.
Then around 7:30pm it stopped ... and then the March Browns started. no explosions --- just steady rises. lots of caddis as well. then about 8;30p the ISOs started up again --- till about 9:15 ish. steady rises all evening. around 9;30p --- a #16 orange cahill started coming off ... the rises now slower - and in the soft seams and slicks. light is fading now, i'm the last one on the pool ...
way across from me on the opposite bank, over 2 or 3 seams - one is rising steady and slow. its almost dark now. i dont know how i did it, but i load a cast, shoot it out waaay over there - with a sharp upstream mend to create some pile slack. a rise. a take. i lift up .... and its like a dog jumped into the water! BOOM! we're connected for a second - i think both us we're equally surprised. then he BLASTS out of that pool, across all those seams ... and gets into the fast main current - and just keeps going. im losing alot of line and im trying to back out of a tough current, in the dark now. i get some line on him, i feel that head shaking - im thinking "remember - barbless hook". im on the edge now and have worked him close 3 times. And then - nothing.
Gone. "D#@* barbless hook"
i wasnt upset - more disappointed. i really wanted to see that fish. Was is a brown ... or a rainbow? but i was really tired. been on the water since 7am and on the road fishing hard for 3 weeks. i remember standing on the bank and looking downstream seeing the silhoutte of the Acid Factory bridge in the moon light. i popped on the headlamp, walked downstream on those cobble stones, and looked for the hole in the reeds to the trail back to the truck.
Thanks for the morning memory.