
Monday
I first saw the trout while I was making a cast to a much smaller fish. The brown I had been targeting was probably twelve inches or so. It was steadily rising to imperceptible midges that were apparently floating by with regularity. There was no pattern or cadence to its feeding. After what must have been seven or eight casts, my eyes perceived that a background shape was actually another brown trout. Further upstream and lower in the water column, it only revealed itself when moving its head enough to one side that a sliver of white appeared as it ate.
The smaller fish continued to feed while disappearing from my mind. A new leader and a new fly were in order. A slight repositioning and a longer cast were necessary. On the second presentation, the weighted cress bug looked to have the right trajectory. The big brown flicked its head as my fly drifted by and then eased up under the bank.
It was over as soon as it had started. I marked the spot on the bank by taking a mental snapshot of a few stumps that sat above the fish’s sanctuary, reeled in, and headed home.
Tuesday
Back on the water the next day, I told myself to resist the urge to cast to the fish I had spooked less than 24 hours ago. I had been telling myself that since I was taking my gear off the previous day. There are times when you can rest a fish for fifteen minutes. Big spring creek trout like this one, in my experience, are better left alone for at least a day. So I fished downstream of where I saw it. My plan was to then take a wide berth and fish upstream of where I saw it.









