Today @ my secret spot # 1 November chapter held a lesson that will never be forgotten
I fished this spot more than a week ago, gin clear and rained moderately a few days before. Many stale fish, stagnant in their Zombie ways but in the outs certs ghosts patrolled, zooming in & out of formations . Those were visually were my target & on the fly this rained supreme over the gear
But today the water level has risen, due to heavy rains days before, even if only sprinkles in today's adventure the visibility was no more the waters rise, under a foot. Blind casting fly's was @ a disadvantage
The first on the menu was a brighter version from a week before, in anticipation of a murky playfield. disappointing cast after cast the fly box eventually keyed on a color with better results
My fishing buddy, lacking in the art of fly chucking which I told to mimic his gear in the color that I had luck in, soon retied
The spinner kicked ars in the murky water that held an attraction to the keyed in color & a vibrating blade
I had luck only if the fly was @ the hoes nose but the murky water attracted not just color but turbulence in its path
Still the day was not @ loss
Any day a released fish with sore lips exceed my sore arm is a good day
Kh