The river held it's own secrets. A lovely corner in the upper reach, cut and dammed by beavers faded into the hills slowly and gracefully through a marshy area. Their work gave fish some holding water......
In the heat of the day tucked safely off the main stream and therefore by rule unfishable, the 3rd zone fisherman found the school of 60 or 70 fish hiding in the beaver cut. Not hiding really, they lay there unperturbed except for the rustling of bank grasses that would startle them into movement. A little time and they would return and restack themselves, one atop another like cord wood.
Photos: by PK.
6 comments:
Still stunned by the number of fish in that hole.
Here fishy fishy....
Ahh, desert trout. What patterns?
Let me guess, Adams irresistible?
You have the eyes of an eagle, anonymous.....
Ha,
Just a hunch. Did you try hoppers too?
Looks like a lot of fun to me.
Hoppers were tried- especially live ones for chumming purposes. But what I really want to know is what about the Characters at High Noon that was promised a few bloggins ago?.......
Anon 2....I mean, Gazza Gareeg.
Still in gestation Anon1.2..... I'm working on sanding them into the blogosphere
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