Knowing what I knew about the situation, I took some time over the previous few nights to tie up some more Buggers, so both Bryon and I would have enough. I tied up some of my old reliables, like some olive Buggers, some silver Buggers, and some of my world famous Mushroom & Swiss Buggers. I also tied up a few wine colored Buggers (Burgundy Buggers?), and I found some nice gold-and-red tinsel chenille in my stash and tied some Buggers with that. I was feeling good about the ammunition we would be going to battle with. Now we just needed the fish to be as hungry as we were hoping!
|Fresh, new Buggers!|
Once on the river it did not take long to find some fish that wanted to eat. I caught a nice brown after a few casts, and moved a couple more that spurned my Bugger at the last second. Unfortunately that became more of a trend throughout the day than I would have liked. I landed about a dozen trout, all browns other than one colorful brook trout, but had many more than that come and take a look at my fly and then make a hasty retreat without chomping. And, of course, all the trouts that refused to eat were far bigger than the ones I caught...
|A lovely Brookie|
|One of Bryon's Browns.|
It's not like there wasn't a good amount of action happening, though. The creek chubs were in full force. I must have landed about 20 of those, some of which were starting to turn a bright dusty pink color, in preparation for the spawn. They were almost kind of pretty... I also caught a rather nice sized crappie that was in the river for some reason. All in all, it was a good day! Catching fish on fresh, new Buggers is always a good time!
|Crappie? What's he doing in there?|