Wednesday, April 11, 2012
A Good Friday It Was
With the unseasonably mild winter and little snowpack/runoff the spawn has started early and I've struggled to break free and get some time on the water. Well Good Friday allowed me to clear to clutter from my head, try out my new vehicle (to ensure it's fish trekking worthy), and get some swing time with two hands. The ride there was perfect since the new ride now has a working stereo and I was able to get my mojo grooving to a stellar version of Trane by Govt Mule 8-19-00 Allen Woodys last show before his untimely death. I had offered to fish with a New Englander new to the Salmon River, but never heard from him. A solo mission it would be.....perfect for mental clensing. As I pulled into the Pineville parking area and was stringing my rod when an older style compact motorhome from New Hampshire pulls in next to me and the driver asks if he can ask a few questions about the river. I said sure....is your name Russell?....a blank stare came across his face and said yes. Sure enough it was the guy and his buddy Lance that I was to meet up with originally. We chatted a bit and I gave them a rough breakdown of the area. They were more nymph drifting oriented and we parted ways with the plan to meet up later. I headed up stream and was fishing the tailout of a pool right before the spooky water. It was cool and crisp, the sun was peaking the tree tops and the swing was perfect when the purple winged Claypool connected with a rod wobbling dropback. Back she went, a bit on the smallish side, but exactly what I needed.