Maine Vacation Day 5

Day 5 It’s a Sea Run Brown trout Part 1

Today my friend from yesterday and I set out for yet another episode of where the stripers are. During this episode we would find ourselves at the largest outlet to the sea in York County.

I would start at the end of a defined throat of a tail-out that actually fed another pool immediately after the tail-out. I was rigged with my TFO 10wt and a 400-grain full sinking line.

The fly of choice would be my home-grown bait fish pattern. It’s a simple shad imitation tied on a 1/0 Mustad hook see photo below.

I began to double haul like my life depended on it. I would strip the line in and alternate it between just letting it swing the pool. I did this with short cast and long casts. I would alternate them and use the count down method to reach different places in the vertical water column.

My hands started to throb from all the casting. I allowed my fly to dance and wave in the current. I had about 30 feet of line out. I was fishing the hand down in the case.

Then fortune shined upon me because the fly was hit. It was not like a freight train but oddly familiar. Then it started to pull drag and I put the line on the reel.

It started to head thrash in the water. I thought to myself what the heck is this. It is not acting very striperish.

I started to apply more side pressure to it, and it began to get closer and then would nosedive in the inky green salt water.

I thought to myself this is not a striper and then I circled it back to shore. Then holy cow I saw it for the first time and it was a large sea run brown.

I yelled out and went erratically into spaz mode “mistake”. I felt as if I had never hooked a large brown before. I read down on it more and circled it back to the shallows. Instead of getting my net to secure the large sea run brown trout I decided to get my camera was way more important.

You can see where this is going. I reached cross body to remove the digital camera and at that moment the hook pulled out of the sea run brown trout’s mouth!

I just dropped my shoulders in disgust because that fault is all mine and rests solely upon my shoulders.

Needless to say, after that I was done fishing.

Part 2

I came back for part two and this time it was for the incoming tide and another brown fell for the guitar minnow!

"Redemption"