I really don't know how to better describe the events of yesterday's fishing trip, except to show a few pictures. I believe that they will tell it all. In the end, I decided that I need new fishing gear... Knee guards...or just better judgement.
|Minus the hocky stick, of course.|
I was excited to try out my new 10' 4wt fly rod...
but, because I left my Lamson reel at home, the low cost back-up had to be used.
The first catch of the day was this "teenager" of a Brown Trout.
The new rod had been "initiated"...
And I was right.
Then, this is where the story goes...downstream!! In more ways than one.
I really want to blame this mishap on the lousy back up reel, but it could also be the angler involved. : ) This reel was supposed to come with some sort of drag system! I couldn't tighten it up...And all of a sudden, it was reeling out of control with a 20 plus brown on...He showed me his head and yellow tail once as he pulled away yard by yard. Oh, I wanted this guy!! But, he was determined to go back down deep. My rod had a beautiful bend in it...if we are looking for something postive about this experience! Sooner than expected though, I was to the backing of my line. Now, it was nervous time. He was too far away from me going downstream and the shear force made me stumble over some jagged rocks underneath. My knees screamed in pain. Still holding on to my fly rod with every bit of strength I had left, I tried to reach back for my clippers. I was not going to lose a new rod by golly!! But, before I could find them and cut the line...
Mr. Brown...broke off. Insult to injury! : ( Well, at least I saved my line, I guess!