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| County Road F bridge demolition |
Weather: 63,
cloudy
Hatch: Cahills,
Baetis, and a big one I’ve never seen
Beer: New
Glarus Spotted Cow
Maybe
it’s my one night changeup in beer from Dancing Man to Spotted Cow. Or maybe it’s
the construction on the County Road F Bridge keeping most of the anglers off
the Kinnie. May is always good to me but tonight was something else. I hadn’t
been out in a while due to a barrage of big, rolling Midwest storms which churned
up the rivers. Tonight, the mayflies were buzzing all over the river’s surface
and trout were catapulting themselves out of the river for each bite. It was a
good sign because I had just restocked my supply of dry flies.
It
was a bitch getting down to the Kinnie in the first place. The angler’s parking
lot is closed so I had to walk from the state park through the woods and scale
down a canyon to get to my spots. Scaling down canyon walls while holding a fly
rod in your mouth is a little scary but not too bad. It was worth it though. I
only fished three spots but I caught so many fish I didn’t need to go very far.
The second spot I fished was one I usually skip over but the trout were jumping
in rhythm as I approached. Every trout I hooked had some extra fight in it. After
the initial set, they were jumping straight out of the water and fighting hard,
even the little ones too. I was catching so many trout I started a tally on my
arm to keep track. This evening was unlike any other, I could keep writing but
the pictures do better justice.
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