That’ll Teach Me!

I’ve had a couple of lousy fishing outings this past week.  Tonight, I should have known better while last week, we can probably blame it on the weather with a fairly quick low pressure system settling in where I was fishing.

This evening, I went over to one of my favorite places and fished the ponds for rainbow trout.  Except for the ravenous mosquitoes which came out later, it was a gorgeous evening. Canada Geese and Herons were flying around, and a few times I noticed a turtle or two poking it’s nose up through the water.   No other humans around – just me, the water, the birds and… rising fish.  Wonderful for contemplation and trying to catch fish, right?

Well, yes, if I had remembered my dry fly gear!  At the moment, I have mostly all nymphs, leech patterns and wooly buggers in my bag – and did not have my dry fly box with me.

I tried everything – hoping maybe I could attract a trout with something.  Frustrating to watch fish rising within casting distance but not seem at all interested in anything subsurface! But it happens  and I should know better.  But regardless of the my mistakes, it was a lovely evening.

Last week, I had the pleasure of driving out to Mont-Tremblant, Quebec with Colleen  where we met with the other members of Team Osprey. Our plan was to fish the waters that will be the venues for this year’s Canadian Fly Fishing Championships.  Colleen and I arrived later on Saturday – enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Laurentian Mountains of Quebec on our way there although it was pouring rain for much of the drive.  While we were driving, the other team members were checking out the Diable River – but found it very high and tough to wade.  Tough fishing too.

On Sunday, we headed over to  Club Baroux to fish the three lake venues.  I thought the lakes were a bit on the small side for a competition – but it is what it is, so it was still good to get to see and fish them, which contain both wild and stocked brook trout.

We found the fishing pretty poor.  There were not many fish caught by us that day, and myself – I only had a few good pulls and one solid hook up that lasted about 30 seconds. That was all the action I saw.

But still, it was a very good weekend – the company of course was excellent as well.

Now I just need to go and organize my dry fly boxes, make sure I have plenty of leader and stick that in my bag for the next trip out to the ponds.