We found a nice gravel island to pull the boat over and hit the good looking water that flowed around all sides of the island. Howard walked down to some really nice water at the end of the island. He had his nymphing rod with him. I decided to continue using a dry fly. The water I walked to was very shallow and full of rocks. I got a lot of hits on my BWO. The only thing was that none of them stuck. After awhile one did and I found out why I was having this trouble. It was a white fish. I had caught a white fish on a dry fly! Hadn't done that before. Whitefish are bottom feeders but I guess being that the depth of the water was so shallow it went after the dry anyway. It made for a fun catch though.
Howard came back after awhile and I asked him how he did. He informed me that he caught a small brown on a dry fly after failing with the nymphing rig. Not bad but not the same action we had while floating.
I took some pictures of this area at the back of the island. The river flowed down to lower levels of the same river. It was kind of neat to see this kind of structure.
I told Howard I would row til we found our next campsite. We floated past some beautiful scenery including these rugged cliffs. This canyon float has some of the neatest views looking up from the river. When I row I find that its hard to not take a ton of pictures. It's the only time I seem to notice the landscape. When I'm not rowing I am focused on the water and finding fishy spots.
Howard started casting his BWO into his fishy spots and before too long he had hook into a small brown trout. We got to the campsite not too much later and decided to set up the tent to let it air out again. After we had camp set up, we decided to fish along the banks for awhile.
I decided to fish working up the river and along a grassy bank. I actually walked up on the bank and in the grass which was a good 4 feet above the water. Doing this I could see into the water really well and unfortuantely I saw nothing and caught nothing.
Well that's not entirely true. There was a gorgeous sunset that evening. I was unable to capture the full beauty of the colors in a picture but it was truely gorgeous. My mom told me later that she saw it also that night........in Cincinnati......hmmmmm.
Once at camp, I decided it was going to be a two-can dinner for me so I went Italian with Chef Boyardee ravioli and added a Dinty Moore Beef Stew. It hit the spot. Afterwards I threw a life jacket next to a tree and sat downa nd leaned back. It was a cold clear night again and the sky was full of stars. I enjoyed some more Butterfingers while talking to Howard about the great day we had shared. We both agreed it had been a great day and we both would be using dries again tomorrow. There aren't to many of these kind of days I've found and I didn't want to end it early like the previous couple. I stayed up all the way til like 9:30. Unfortunately it ended on a very unperfect note.....I wasn't able to share my day with my Sara or my little buddies. I had bad reception in this spot and had to talk through texts. Other than that it really was another one of those perfect days.
