Finding a big pike is not like finding a big trout. You do not need to be nearly as stealthy. As in any fly fishing situation, presentation can be key. But on the first cast of the day today, as my big streamer slowly sunk in the slack water I was fishing, a large shadow slowly approached. The fly rested on the sandy bottom as the pike halted just inches from the fly. Then it was time.... One quick twitch and I watched as the pike inhaled the fly. The fight was on!
The fish made some awesome, drag screaming runs before I brought it to some shallow water. This one beat my first Montana pike for sure.
While fighting the fish there were also five or six more pike (a few of them being larger than this one), that were following my fish. I went right back at it again and it wasn't long before I enticed another fish, this time with an old streamer that my grandpa had given me.
The fun didn't end there... I needed one more.
A toothy smile
Three pike in a couple short hours was definitely not a bad afternoon, especially after the everyday stresses of school. There's nothing like watching a big predatory fish crush your fly. Now to find the 40 incher...