Kelly and I went out for one of our typical evening fishing sessions. We spent a few minutes at an access point we've never tried on our neighborhood stream, but it turned out to be less than stellar so we went back to a spot we haven't visited in a while. It has a very urban feel about it as you can probably tell from the pictures, but before I even made it down to the water... I broke my fly rod. (Not really sure what I did, but apparently I tweaked it the wrong way while trying to pull line through the guides.... oops.)
It was no big financial loss, but it has been my go to rod on a lot of our fishing adventures. That rod landed a lot of good fish, including some nice trout on Christmas Day 2010. I'm not ashamed to admit, I like fishing with bargain gear that works. Maybe it's a little like a fascination with drinking PBR... but I think it's a bit more down to earth and a little less hipster than that.
|R.I.P. Eagle Claw Granger Fly XG 9' 5wt (Retail $29.99)|
I usually have a spare rod in the car, but not today. Kelly was kind enough to share her rod, and we took turns using the following system: catch a bass ends your turn or catch two non-bass to end your turn. Our method actually worked out really well. It allowed us to slow down from our usual leap-frogging the length of the stream in a hurried manner trying to put a little distance between each other.
Kelly got the first turn, while I played guide.
|Not a bad way to lose your turn, babe.|
|Not a bad way to lose my turn either.|
Kelly's next turn yielded a couple of small sunfish (non-bass). My next turn...
|We're on a roll!|
Kelly's next turn was spent on a small bass (not photo worthy). My next go around...
|Barely photo worthy... lose your turn.|
Kelly's turn that followed involved a couple of missed fish, and a small sunfish brought to hand. She decided to let me fish most of the way back upstream until we got to the bridge where we have been burned several times before. We've watched a lot of nice fish repeatedly refuse our offerings under that bridge (the spot directly behind the fish in the photo below), but not today...
|First bass from the hole under the bridge!|
My turn spent, Kelly then missed two more willing bass under the bridge. The first one she was a little too quick on the hook set, and the second fish broke off and swam away with a five dollar Booglebug in its lip... argghh.
A broken bargain fly rod and a lost Booglebug... a small price to pay for a good day on the stream.