I was on a small stream. It was a good time. I caught fish. Nice sized fish, little fish, on dries, on nymphs. Sulphurs were everywhere. My rig popped out of a browns mouth and in a tree right near dark. Things got so tangled I basically ruined the entire leader in the failing light as I tried to untangle it. I wanted to fish a little more but, due to this, I just called it.
But it happened to me more times than ever in a row. I hooked fish on 7 casts in a row from the exact same spot. I just kept drifting through the tiny little riffle and everytime a brown trout ate the nymph. On the eighth cast I accidentally cast into a tree. Dang. Oh well. But still, I couldn't believe that out of such a small area fish after fish came on cast after cast.
Below is the small piece of water and one of the browns.
But it happened to me more times than ever in a row. I hooked fish on 7 casts in a row from the exact same spot. I just kept drifting through the tiny little riffle and everytime a brown trout ate the nymph. On the eighth cast I accidentally cast into a tree. Dang. Oh well. But still, I couldn't believe that out of such a small area fish after fish came on cast after cast.
Below is the small piece of water and one of the browns.