“That’s what I’m doing... maybe my side of the river is broken.” I yelled back. I continued upstream to a nice looking section of water just around some large bushes. In order to fish that section, I had to hang up my fly and walk through a small opening in the large wall of shrubbery.
“A moose!” I yelled when they were within ear shot, but neither of them looked scared, nor concerned.
“Is it after you?” Travis asked, looking in the direction I ran from.
“Was there a calf?” Trav asked, also looking for the moose.
“I didn’t see a calf.” I told them in between breaths. I then looked back, expecting to see a moose, but nothing was coming.
“Was it after you?” Travis asked again, as I was catching my breath.
“Well, I saw it move its head.” I answered back. Both Travis and Trav started laughing as I stood there still catching my breath. That’s when I realized that the moose was not coming. The tromps of hooves I thought were behind me was actually my own clumsy boots as I was running. Suddenly the thought of me sprinting, full charge, with my waders, boots, fly vest, and fly rod, jumping over stumps and down embankments with my hands, and creating antlers on my head seemed a little crazy.
“The moose shouldn’t bother you unless there’s a calf.” Trav said, after he stopped laughing. He started walking upstream, from the other side of the river to look for the moose. I also walked upstream, but with far more caution than Trav; after all, the moose was on my side of the river.
Sure enough, there was the moose. It turned out that the moose was not interested in me at all. When I first saw it, the moose did look over at me, but what I took for an aggressive charge was simply the moose walking to another shrub in search of food.
I waded across the creek and saw that Travis had hooked into a fish. Trav was there too, as I made my way over to Travis with my camera ready.
“Oh, geez, Erik, it’s you!” Travis said, as I approached, “I thought it was a moose!”
“Here we go.” I said, as Trav started laughing. Travis brought in a nice cutthroat trout, and I snapped a picture of him before heading upstream.
I kept an eye out for the moose as Trav fished his way upstream, looking unconcerned. Sure, it was eating at the time, but that doesn’t mean it won’t still get mad. With no care about spooking a moose, Trav kept an eye on his fly hooking into another fish.
The results of euro nymphing was not disappointing. So far I had caught and landed more fish in the last 10 minutes than in the previous few hours on the water.
Every nook and cranny had a fish willing to eat a euro nymph, and I only wished I had more time to keep fishing.
One cutthroat in particular had a gorgeous tail that I was sure to snap a picture of; there are just so many dots on it.
As I approached the bridge to get off the water, another fish caught my eye. The fish was facing downstream in a back-edie. Okay, just one more fish, I thought as I flicked out my flies and it took. It ended up being the big fish of the day for me, and I admired the colors of it before I let it go.
Back at the car I could see Travis waving for me to hurry up, as he was already geared down. I hurried off the water, but not before I took one last shot of Rock Creek.
I geared down quick, and in the process we talked about the fish we each caught. It was a great day on Rock Creek, and I already can’t wait to return, but we needed to head over to the Orvis Rendezvous.