really early. The air was cold, but the fishing was not. Apparently no one fished over the fresh stockers, and I started out at the step dam, caught 2, but decided to leave it and wait for Steve.
Met Steve at the lower quad bridge and we caught some there and in the hole below it. Steve picked up 3 there , one after the other. On the way back upstream we stopped at the lower end of the lower quad bridge and picked up more fish there.
When we got to the step dam we had a mini clinic there, 7 or so more fish.
Steve was heading out and around 2 I stopped at the rock and absolutely hammered fish in there.
The big fish we stocked came into view, I put the orange bugger in front of him and I watched him swim over, inhale my bugger and I set the hook. The fly came right out of his mouth and never made contact! I was so bummed. He followed me in once after that, but did not hit me again. Heart still pounding I went to the car, got undressed, and left for home around 3. Oh, well, I will get him the next time….guaranteed.