With my health concerns I just needed to get out and catch a few trout and didn't need the extra hassles of trying to negotiate the brush of West Indian Creek with a flyrod. Don't get me wrong, this is one of my favorite streams to flyfish but it is definitely a technical little stream and the vegetation eats flies if you don't pay strict attention to your backcast. Anyway, with only an hour or so to play with, and thunder and lightening rolling in I zipped out to my stream armed with my spinning rod and celta spinners from home. There was a vehicle already at my favorite spot so I had to head downstream a little way (I was hoping it was just a turkey hunter and my stream had been left unmolestered).
Anyway, not much to tell except the fish were quite aggressive with lowering barometer and drizzly, dark skies. There wasn't any large fish but one would have touched fourteen inches. It didn't take long to realize someone had fished the stretch earlier that day, from the footprints and the way and places I had fish take. You certainly only got one chance in each hole and the best holes were completely dead. My short session was cut short when some thunder rumbled right on top of me, so it was back to the jeep and home. In the short hour and a half I ended up with seven brown trout which was quite fun. I've been on a bit of a quest to get away from the standard "pose with fish &/or rod&reel" pics so forgive some of the weird angles.
About Me
- AussieSteel
- I was born and raised in Cairns, Australia and went to university in Townsville at James Cook University where I first studied Marine Biology followed by Biochemistry and Molecular Biology. While Studying I met Jessica, who later became my wife. I moved back to her home state of Minnesota, America and currently work as a researcher at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester. We have three children, a dog and a cat.
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