It was no surprise to see Jason’s rod doubled over with another lunker.
“Wow! This is a nice fish!” He said as he brought it into his net. From where I was it looked as if the fish was filling up most of the net, so I quickly snapped a picture.
While walking upstream, some movement caught my eye. An otter was perched up on a rock checking me out.
"Hey...” I said to the otter as it slipped behind the rock into the water. It disappeared, then popped its head up as it drifted by me.
“You eye-balling me?” I said to it as it drifted on downstream, looking at me.
I met back up with Jason, and he pointed to an overhanging branch in the water.
“I saw a fish right behind there.” he said. The limbs of the branch created a soft spot in the water that normal indicator fishing couldn't reach without getting snagged.
“Well, let me see if I can lead my fly in there.” I said as I waded across a swift current.
"Whoa...” I said, as the current threatened to wash me downstream.
“Hold on. I’m going to get downstream from you...” Jason said, adding, “Just in case.”
I smiled over at him, fully knowing that me falling in and getting swept away, was his "just in case".
“It’s always in these situations when I feel I should have a wading staff.” I say, as I stepped further in where the water is at its strongest. I quickly got behind a big rock that offered a nice break in the current, gathered my flies, and made a sharp cast. As my flies drifted down, I reached out with the ten and a half foot Shadow 2, leading my flies behind the downed branched. I watched my slinky, and it sprain to life! The little bit of line out of the rod tip tore off the water as I set the hook.
“You got it!” Jason yelled with excitement. The fish thrashed as I brought it in towards me as fast as possible. I had to get it in the break water if I wanted a chance of landing it. Sure enough, the fish cooperated, and I quickly got it to the net. Jason was nice enough to snap a picture.