Tuesday was another day on the Lower Stan. If you recall, I put out an open invitation to see if anyone would show up. It was a shot in the dark. However, surprisingly enough, someone took the challenge. I had a great time with Tim and hopefully we'll meet up again sometime.
If you read my previous post about spey casting a single-hander, you already know that I spent some time messing around. The reason I was able to do so much of that, is that the fishing stunk. Plain and simple. On Monday afternoon, someone decided to open the flood gates and the river rose quite a bit. As you all know, that can make for some poor fishing. I saw two risers the entire day! That's it.
I caught a few smaller fish, all under 12". But otherwise, the day was eerily silent. No bites, no grabs, no nothing. And I'd say I covered the water from a few inches below the surface to deep down in the pools. I must of tried 50 of the flies I had with me. Tim and I weren't alone, the other people we talked with had nothing.
It was still a beautiful day. In the mid 60's and plenty of sunshine. I showed Tim some of my secret spots that seem to get overlooked by everyone else. In return, he promised to take me to his favorite river to show me around. Can't beat that!
Next time Lower Stan! Next time...
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