Stream:
Willow Clear
Hatch:
midges
Beer: Sierra
Nevada Pale Ale
The Kinnie has spoiled me, especially
after my 2012 season. I had no competition due to bridge construction and all
the holes were clear of overzealous anglers. This March I’ve seen more anglers
on my beloved gem of a stream than all last year. I’ve always wondered what
hidden secrets the Kinnie holds beyond my usual stomping grounds so today,
captive to my imagination, I set forth a long haul back beyond the canyon.
It was like I was in the Southern
Hemisphere, everything was different. It reminded me of the Brule. Something
about fresh snow absent of footprints set my soul at ease as I looked fo r a
promising spot. As is unusual for me, I set down the fly rod and set up my new
Saint Croix ultra-light spinning rod. As my uncle told me, March is for spinners.
In a promising combination of deep water, riffles and structure I threw out a
spinner and got hit after hit. It was beautiful.
It was great slaying the trout on
the spinning rod, it’s different than a fly rod and I was out of practice. I lost
a few as a result. Switching it up I tied on an ugly pink scud and hooked a
beauty on my first drift. I love the action on a fly rod, the bend and the
fight is just so fun. Fifteen fish later and I was set.
It’s hard marching through a foot of
snow. As eager as I was to keep pushing on the sun was setting and I had a long
hike back. Some of my days on the river blend together, I cant keep all the
details separate. However, today as I charted new territory I had a big smile
on my face all day. Next time I will be pushing onwards and upwards deeper in
the heart of darkness that is the Kinnie.