Looking For Rainbows In the Morning Fog.

 

It's noon on Friday, wasn't going to fish this morning but I will be heading back to Lafayette this afternoon to pick Jean up at the airport so I decided to give the tricos another try. Yesterdays early spinner fall brought into serious question the Orvis pronouncement that trico spinners fall at 69 degrees. Some of them do for sure but a good many run out of gas earlier in the morning. Arrived streamside at 8:45am today with the car showing it to be 64 degrees. Found tricos on the water and fish rising.

How'd I do? Fished about as well as I an capable of fishing. Hooked ten fish, two came unstuck right away, two more were lost during the fight. Landed six fish, five rainbows and one brown. In previous years, my trico fishing was mostly to pods of yearlings, (8 to 10 inchers), with an occasional hatchery holdover and rarely a wild brown to add excitement to the event. This year I'm fishing to adult rainbows, and haven't hooked a juvenile fish. As was the case Tuesday, two of the 'bows measured 18 inches, with the smallest fish being a 14 inch brown. When it's on, it is really exciting, yesterday morning, not so much.

Will try to do a post this weekend with the aim of shortening the learning  curve if you plan on trying a little trico fishing.   

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