"Being from Arizona, I'm well aware of how sizable fish can take up residence in unusually small water however, it still surprises me whenever I find them!"
Evening was setting in and the fishing had been quite slow to say the least. We pulled into a cozy little campsite just off of the road, nestled in a grove of pines, when I decided to line up the rod for a few more casts before it was time to heat up the grill.
The expectation was to land some little head-water cutthroats on dries using my Sage TXL-F Ought weight fly rod ( a favorite small stream rod of mine.) I eased my way along the thick-brush lined stream, down to a bend just below our campsite. There the water had a chance to collect along the banks-maybe a foot or so deep before dumping into a pool below and then carried on through a flat of riffles. I cast my fly along the shore where instantly, what appeared to be little wild trout, pecked at the fly, refusing it one after another.
Eventually I tied on another fly and my persistence paid off. I hooked into a fish much heavier than what I previously thought had been feeding along the bank. I saw its deep yellow hue and I knew I had a good one on! The fish took off down stream to a pool riddled with overhanging brush where it had the little 0-wt bent deep into the cork. After several minutes my hoots of joy were echoing up the canyon walls as I had the fish safely in my net.
Soon, the sun began to set through the canyon walls, the air grew cold and the water turned to a silver brown. I worked swiftly through the little pools and riffles where I was able to pick up a few more nice fish before I reluctantly had to call it a day. Being from Arizona, I’m well aware of how sizable fish can take up residence in unusually small water however, it still surprises me whenever I find them!