Well, our first trip to Broken Bow after the flood produced mixed feelings. Always seeking fish and fishing excitement, we went north to catch the first fish of the year. Accompanied by our dear friends Dawn and Jason, it was FishOn the fly time. Cody likes Broken Bow fishing; I, however, do not fish the area well, and I am not sure why. I stocked up with flies from TailWaters Fly Fishing to add to my trout box and adopted a "can catch fish" attitude.
Not to let the lack of fish deter us, Cody previously made dinner reservations for Abendigo's. We dressed up, enjoyed one another's company, reveled in the delicious six course meal--filet and snow crab legs. Cody Mood even ate the third course's Peach Rum Sorbet; yes, you read that correctly, Cody Mood Bell III ate a fruit! It was back to the cabin for some hot tub, champagne, wine, and ginger ale, and the fishing video EASTERN RISES. Oh, yes, Kamchatka is still on my want list, right behind #1 Mongolia. I would love to spin some deer hair and create some mouse patterns for eastern Russia! With Auld Lang Synes exchanged, it was off to bed for the "first fish of the new year." For us, catching that first fish of the year means good fishing luck for the rest of the year. The pressure was on.
|GirlieBugger catches Rainbow|
Getting frustrated, I decided the one place where I could catch fish--on a dry fly at that--is what we affectionately call Jonathan's hole (after DFF member and friend Jonathan Gonzalez, because he can always catch fish there), which is the second bridge below Sid's and just upstream from the Powerhouse. I was giving up on the Spillway Creek,/Lost Creek/Evening Hole area, I left Cody a note on a napkin and started walking. I made it to the Evening Hole bridge, and no one was fishing below it, it looked good, so I thought I would give it a few quick casts and be on my way. What a time to pick a spot. Using my 4# with 150 grain sinking line, I tied on one of Cody's GirlieBuggers. Third cast--FishOn, baby. Oh, yeah, the curse was off my back. Hyped from my catch, I cast again, and bigger FishOn! Rainbow had its photo snapped, but my macro feature focuses on the background, but the fish was landed. Two more casts and third FishOn! Oh, yeah, an excellent detour. I left the hole because dusk emerged, temps dropped, and my fingers were so red and numb, I kept having to look at them to see if they were there. I wish I had caught a fourth, then I could say one for each of us, and the day was good for all, but I didn't. We went in to Broken Bow to eat, watched TCU win, and planned strategy for Sunday. Still suffering from cold, I needed the hot tub, and then, I retired early. Dawn challenged us to be on the water before the sun to maximize our time.
I think it was a first for me to fish in 26 degree weather; I hope it is my last. We made it to Jonathan's Hole, and boy was I shocked. Usually, the hole's depth is at my stomach. It was at my shin, but I was determined to fish bridge to riffles. What a waste of time. I saw no fish, had no hits, and not only did I end up with ice in my guides, my line froze to my tip. I had no place to set my butt end, so I tried to keep the reel out of the water while I wrangled with my line. The rod is 8'6", and I failed. My reel got wet, so about every second cast the line and reel froze. To remove ice in the guides and to defrost my reel and line, I had to dunk my rod in the water. I eventually gave up, left Cody a note, and hiked to Sid's and fished below the bridge there. No luck, either, but I did see someone pull out a fish just above the bridge. Hope springs...yeah, well, not that far. A park ranger saw me walking back and gave me a lift. I had to hang my rod out the window; that was a first, but the guy was really nice and offered some fishing advice.
We visited Sid's for a while, broke for lunch at Sonic, and headed to the ReReg Dam. Cody talked us in to fishing Presbyterian Falls, where I lost my GirlieBugger. After an hour in the area, we moved up to the dam. The Jancos were also fishing Broken Bow, and I fished opposite them along the chute. Jack hooked up with a nice 12" rainbow; I had no luck. Oh, I was also standing on top of a boulder about 7 feet above the water, so when Jason hooked up with his fish, I was able to watch it all. Jason will stay with one spot until he angers the fish who gives up and bites the fly just so he can hold in peace. Cody and I each fished the dam pool with zero luck. We eventually had to leave because it was time to check-out of the cabins and head home.
I felt really badly for Cody. Never, and I mean never, have we ever fished any where that he did not catch a fish. I guess, as sad as it is, there is a first time for every thing. Due to the nature of the fishing and the coldness of the season, we are not going to the LMFRF One-Fly.