There are days when the river is just full of life. Such a strange thing the river and these trout. I often wonder how it all works. My buddy Matt and I each had about 50 to 100 fish yesterday on this one particular wild river. A sort of day where fish count was meaningless.
Come summer, this water becomes a trickle. I wonder where they go and how they survive. They are a tough bunch.
The fishing was such a joy…and so many that i would often see the take and drop my rod tip to let them escape.
The fish were about 3-7 inches in length. For their size they were all scrappy fighters.