Hello folks,
Well winter
has been strange to say the least and on February 10 I am going to swing flies
in northeast Ohio in 50-degree weather.
Meanwhile there are states in the Pacific Northwest that have only 50%
of the snowpack for the season.
Today’s
outing of swinging flies was more for exercise than anything else. I headed way
up stream on the Grand River. I found the river to be running a little low for
swinging at 340 cf/s and she had a solid 24” of visibility today.
I brought my
Scott switch rod (2H1157/4) and I have it strung up with a SA 440 grain skagit.
My tip of choice today was a 1.5”/sec sink rate leader. I also chose a more subtle and natural
colored fly.
Its spring
and the majority of the fish have either spawned or are actively on gravel. I
have no desire to fish for bedding fish.
I made my
way up the riverbanks that are budding with life already. The wild rose bushes
were turning back to green after being dormant over winter. They should still
be in their dormant state, but these temps over the several weeks have changed
that.
A lot of these areas up here on the river are low lying areas and prone to flooding. I did notice some type of swamp plant that was also coming out of its dormant stasis.
I found my
first perch and covered the water to the best of my ability. I worked the casts
long and short to cover the holding lies well enough in the hopes of making a
fish rise.
After over an
hour I began my mile plus hike back to the car. I could hear turkeys going off
in the distance. I heard deer snort at me I yelled out “whatever”.
I got back
to the car a little less for wear and headed to the “jawbone River”.
Here I would settle in once I made the over mile trek to the river and make a pot of boiling water for my coffee press.
The river
here was nothing like her easterly cousin. Here is river was green and had exceptional
flow for February. I keep coming back here to see her to hopefully one day she
will grant me the experience of hooking a steelhead in her river. I made my coffee
and continued to traverse the river. I swung every part of that river that I
thought could hold a fish. I tried to redefine the definition of insanity but I
failed to do so and called it a day. Battered and beaten, but with a smile on
my face I turned the car to the east and drove home.