I
was scheduled to guide a young couple, on her first fly fishing trip last
Sunday. The day before, I was in Memphis celebrating Christmas, with my family.
I checked the weather and I must say that it looked pretty grim. There was a
huge front moving in that promised heavy thunderstorms and tornadoes. I called
my client and we agreed that the conditions were bad. They were in the area for
a few days and we agreed to touch base on Sunday and see if we could fish on
Monday. We got so much rain on Sunday that we had flood conditions on the White
and Norfork that fishing on Monday was out of the realm of possibility but we made
a commitment for Tuesday.
Tuesday
arrived and I checked conditions. Crooked Creek and the Buffalo were in flood
and all of that muddy water was ending up in the White. The water was backed up
on the Norfork all the way to the dam and the White was backed up to past Rim
Shoals. When you encounter situations like this, you head upstream, until you
find clear water. There was none on the Norfork and very little on the White. I
decided to fish in Cotter. Though the water was off color, it is my home water
(I live in Cotter) and I pretty know where all of the hazards are. The problem
in fishing in off color water is that you cannot see obstructions and you have
to move carefully.
I
met my clients, Ralph and Taylor, at 7:30 AM and we drove to Big Spring Park in
Cotter. They were bundled up, for the near freezing weather, with no sun. The
river was off color and it looked like about 3,000 CFS (cubic feet per second
or about one full generator). I began, with a brief casting class, for Taylor.
She picked it up quickly. I then rigged the rods and got the boat ready to
launch. I put a pink San Juan worm, on each rod, along with an AAA split shot
and a strike indicator. I put a different dropper, on each rod, to see what
would work.
We
began drifting, in front of the park, but got no takers. We decided to motor
upstream, to the area, between the new highway 62 bridge and the old railroad
bridge. On the third drift, we hit a big brown, on a cerise San Juan worm. It
put up a good but short fight. I think that Ralph was experienced enough, to
bring it in quickly. He had fished Alaska a few months before and was adept at
handling large Salmon. It turned out to be a fat twenty five inch brown that
was his largest brown ever. We took some photos and carefully returned the
trout to the water.
At
noon, we broke for lunch. The temperature was hovering around thirty four
degrees and everyone was chilled to the bone. Taylor was particularly cold. I
invited them to my house for lunch and a warm up, as I only live about five
blocks away. We drove to my house and I took my Yeti, with the lunch in it,
into the house. We ate at the dining room table and luxuriated in the warmth. I
made a pot of fresh coffee and we all had a mug. I went into my fishing armoire
(where I store all of my extra equipment) and found my sack of hand warmers and
toasty toes and passed them out. They were well received.
We
returned to the river. Fortified by lunch, coffee and some warmth we were ready
to face the afternoon. The water rose a bit and cleared some. We began picking up
some trout on our dropper midge patterns. We fished till about four.
My
clients had enjoyed the day despite the condition. We had landed a trophy brown
and some nice rainbows
John
Berry is a fly fishing guide for Blue Ribbon Guides in Cotter, Arkansas and has
fished our local streams for over thirty years.