As many of you know, my
wife, Lori, is also a fly fishing guide. Last week she had a job guiding two
boys, on Dry Run Creek. I was not working that day and I figured that I would
go along. I really like to fish with her and this was a great opportunity for
us to share time on stream. Dry Run Creek is a real workout for guides and two
clients makes for a busy day. It seems like one client is tangled at the same
time that the other has a trophy trout, on the line. You can achieve the most
success, on the creek, if you are able to guide one on one. That way the client
gets your undivided attention and can be more effective.
We began the day
at 8:30 AM. I generally like to begin sooner, so that we can begin
fishing, in one of the more productive spots. Lori and I believe that our
client is always right and we begin when they want. A fellow guide had beaten
us there and had staked out a hot spot. We walked past him to another choice
spot and noted that it was available and loaded with trout. Lori was guiding
James and I had Larson. Grand Pa, Grand Ma, Mom and Dad rounded out the group.
Lori and I were fishing
about fifty feet apart and we could clearly see each other. Larson was the
first to hook one up. It turned out to be a fat twenty four inch rainbow. This
was his first trout ever and his first time fishing with a fly rod. I was impressed
as was he. We continued fishing and he picked up a twenty two incher and then a
twenty three, both rainbows. We continued fishing and he picked up about thirty
trout that included a sixteen inch brown and two eleven inch brook trout. All
we needed was a cutthroat to get the grand slam. It was not to be.
Toward the end of the
day, he hooked one last trout. This one was the largest yet. It was a long
struggle but it finally surrendered, to the het. It turned out to be a fat
twenty six inch rainbow. I was careless, when removing the hook, and forgot
that trout that big have sharp teeth. I noticed blood, on my glove, and noted
that I had an inch long gash, on my left thumb. Luckily it quit bleeding rather
quickly.
Meanwhile Lori and James
were doing well. They had caught several trout the largest was a nice twenty
three inch brown. I looked down stream and noticed that they were into another
trout. This one seemed different. Grand Pa, Grand Ma, Mom and Dad were on the
bank nearby mesmerized by the struggle. Then I saw the trout break the surface.
It was huge. I told Larson and he wanted, to go check it out. We cranked up the
fly line and worked our way downstream. We arrived just in time to see Lori
scoop up a twenty eight inch, twelve pound, brown trout after a ten minute
struggle. She was brightly colored with an impressive girth. It was the biggest
brown that Lori had ever been able to put a client on. We took several minutes
to photograph and then carefully release the trout.