It was a nice fish to catch on a dry fly, and I could finally say I didn’t get skunked. I placed the fish underwater and held it until it kicked away.
“It’s a huge white fish!” Colton yelled, as he put the torque on the fish. Hearing it was just a white fish, I stood back and watched Colton as he fought it.
“It won't stop running!” Colton yelled, as he scrambled to bring in the fish. Twice he had it inches from the net before the fish darted away, nearly escaping each time.
“Do you need help?” I asked casually. After all, it was only a white fish.
“Yeah, I really want to net it!” Colton yelled, “They are not as common here.” Apparently white fish are quite a treat to anglers who come across them on the Henry’s Fork, and the bigger ones are even more rare. Hearing the excitement in Colton’s voice, I dashed over to Colton, who’s fly rod went dead... The fish had slipped away.
By now the Curriers had caught up with us, along with Tim Brune. I started euro nymphing, and at first thought we were going to get heckled by Jeff because, according to him, you shouldn’t nymph the Henry’s Fork. Colton and I were ripping out little rainbows, until Colton set the hook on another nice fish!
“It’s a rainbow!” Colton confirmed, and it was hot! The fish fought hard, and Tim Brune pulled his net out to help Colton land the fish.
We walked the rest of the way to the bridge, and there was a fish rising underneath.
“Go get it!” Currier said to me, as he, Granny, Tim, and Colton watched. The fish was rising aggressively, and it seemed no matter what I threw the fish would take it... WRONG! One by one, Granny, Jeff, and Tim trickled off, leaving me with a fish that was no longer rising... I had screwed it up.