Saturday, February 11, 2012

Clark Fork Afternoon/ F3T! (2/10)

Fished for a quick couple of hours on the Clark Fork Yesterday with Cody and Garret. We hit an access that I've never been to before. Cody had done well there the day before so we decided to give it a go before the F3T! I only brought my streamer rod. Cody and Garret headed downstream while I walked up to a nice pool. There was a downed tree out in the current. I casted my streamer right to the edge of it and slowly stripped it back....Smack! on the first cast. The fish felt heavy and I didn't see it until it was right in front of me. The fish bolted downstream towards a mess of sticks and debris. It was a decent fish. What I couldn't figure out was why the fish was fighting so hard. I thought that I had probably foul hooked the fish, but I was wrong. The fish was just a tough, chunky, feisty cutthroat. I'm not going to lie, I was yanking on that fish with the 6 wt, hydros and the fish would not give in. Finally the fish began to tire out. I snapped a few pics of the beautiful cutty and released him. It was a cool looking fish with a nicely developed lower jaw.


The rest of the fishing was slow. I met up with Garret and Cody after following their foot prints in the snow for over a mile. They were definitely in the walking mood and they covered a lot of water. It looked like it payed off though. Cody had landed 1 bow and a whitefish and Garret had landed a beautiful bow. They were both nymphing.

After fishing we ate dinner real quick and flew over to the Wilma Theater for the event that we'd been waiting for! The 2012 Fly Fishing Film Tour! The place was packed, a sold out crowd of over 1,100 anglers, a new record for the F3T. Looks like Missoula is really the epicenter of Fly Fishing. The they were really great. I can't even say which one was my favorite. They were all amazing. From "Sipping Dry", a film on the famous hatches of the Mo, to "Doc of the Drakes", a piece about the Brown Drake hatch on Silver Creek in Idaho and a man still chasing fish at the age of 84. All were amazing, and I could of sat there all night. It gave me a lot of ideas of where I want to fish before I die. Time to get started.....

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