Weather: 89
degrees
Stream:
Clear, 92 cfs
Hatch: Tiny
tricos
Beer: The
Dancing Man
With my last class wrapping up soon
I should have spent the evening working on my project but I hit the river
instead. Screw homework, when the fishing is good I can’t focus on something as
dull as that. Typically, July is usually a mix bag when it comes to fishing the
river. Hatches are slow and small and trout rise less frequently. But I’ve been
experiencing a fishing renaissance this summer. The trout have been all over my
line.
The runs I stopped at all produced
trout, mostly around eight inches. Nothing too significant but still fun to
catch. A few holes yielded some eleven inch trout which fought great. Since I
started nymphing, I’ve been hitting different spots with some great results. One
spot, which for a few years I’s always thought looked to be a great spot, had
never produced a trout despite plenty of effort. Tonight was different,
drifting a stonefly nymph towards the end of the run I saw my strike indicator
submerge. I set the hook with a low drag and took my time reeling in the trout,
letting it run. When I netted it I saw the side of its face looked different.
At first I thought the hook did something but the poor thing was missing its eye.
I didn’t have the heart to keep it. 
The moon was beautiful tonight too.
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