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djs12354
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For my brother, that is. ![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
We headed to our favorite DHALO, with the hopes of getting a little fishing in before another round of the on and off rain it.
Before gearing up, Pete and I took the short walk to streamside and looked the water over. As we expected, it was high and discolored, up i would guess 18 inches from when we last fished it.
Suggested to my brother that our best option may be to swing buggers and see where things go from there. Well, we were only fishing a few minutes before Pete called out that he had one on. I looked up to see a small bend in his rod and thought that he was into one of the 10 to 12 inch brookies that had been stocked here. Suddenly, his rod took a major dip and the drag made that sound we all love to hear. With a big grin on his face, Pete calls out, "It might be a big one!"
After a fight that had the fish working from one side of the pool to the other, and up and down stream, I netted a 17" rainbow for him. Got the fly out, snapped a pic with the cell phone and back into the water for that hog.
After a few minutes, Pete tied into another size-able fish. This one highly acrobatic - It jumped 5 times and roared through the pool until he threw the fly back at my brother.
Me? I had one brookie to hand, long-line released two more and missed more than I like to think about.![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
It was a great afternoon on the water with my brother. Another opportunity to show him something about fly-fishing and have him take me to school!![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
We headed to our favorite DHALO, with the hopes of getting a little fishing in before another round of the on and off rain it.
Before gearing up, Pete and I took the short walk to streamside and looked the water over. As we expected, it was high and discolored, up i would guess 18 inches from when we last fished it.
Suggested to my brother that our best option may be to swing buggers and see where things go from there. Well, we were only fishing a few minutes before Pete called out that he had one on. I looked up to see a small bend in his rod and thought that he was into one of the 10 to 12 inch brookies that had been stocked here. Suddenly, his rod took a major dip and the drag made that sound we all love to hear. With a big grin on his face, Pete calls out, "It might be a big one!"
After a fight that had the fish working from one side of the pool to the other, and up and down stream, I netted a 17" rainbow for him. Got the fly out, snapped a pic with the cell phone and back into the water for that hog.
After a few minutes, Pete tied into another size-able fish. This one highly acrobatic - It jumped 5 times and roared through the pool until he threw the fly back at my brother.
Me? I had one brookie to hand, long-line released two more and missed more than I like to think about.
It was a great afternoon on the water with my brother. Another opportunity to show him something about fly-fishing and have him take me to school!