« Last post by Puck on February 09, 2015, 06:25:07 AM »
Hit the road at 0230 and drove 200 miles to get on the water by 0620. The lighting, weather and water, were perfect. I got to my favorite spot by the rocks and saw that the rocks were covered in patches of white slime. The wading birds must have been there the night before. I turned off all of my lights and waited, blind cast, and waited, and waited….. Nothing. No bait. No birds. No fish.
Once the sun came up I moved back to the truck for breakfast, and coffee.
I was back on the water as soon as I had my belly full. This time I started at the rock, but decided since there was still no action to head down to the “washtub” where the two pieces of the river come back together. A full sink line with a bendback was behind the kayak the entire trip. Not even a bump.
By 0930, I realized that this was not my day, packed up, and drove the 200 miles back home to unload and clean my gear.