gremcat
Twelve Pointer
Hit the same river as prior and same Golden(known locally as Palomino even by F+G but really Golden color phase Rainbow). Same one I found again tooked into his hole he broke my 4 lbs. Leader on two trips back. Not interested in anything I had. Left him and found a 20” Bow who missed the bait because a 2# Brown took it. I’ve gotten spoiled and reeled him in grudgingly. Last hole I checked a mile into the woods held a whitish Palomino. Couldn’t get a bite. Happened to look over the dam and here was another and he’d gotten trapped in one decent pool. He was also the orange/red striped color phase. I’ve spent 3-16 hour days over 3 Saturday’s to try and find one. He hit and after I managed him off the dam he wouldn’t go in the net and on his next run he nicked the Leader on the concrete dam and it popped. I had him again a short time later and lost him realizing in my excitement I reused the old Leader. The trout was not happy in the tangle of trees he was found in so headed for a section much more Fisherman friendly.
A family of Locals by now had walked up from who knows where and saw the commotion. A 12-14 year old immediately started casting over me. His Dad scolded him and he got mad. I pointed out a great hole and pointed to my bait. His first cast was a 14-15 inch ‘bow. Then he and his Dad dropped into the hole I was in and both cast over me. I realized how ridiculous it was and packed to leave. Teen terror was now mad his older brother was ignoring this circus and landing fish left and right. He had a lure I was familiar with. Teen terror whines at his Dad about not having more lures like that.
I had one exactly the same so I tied it for him and gave it to him on my way out. I also pointed out the second Palomino and they swarmed. As I was leaving the Dad caught the first one.
A family of Locals by now had walked up from who knows where and saw the commotion. A 12-14 year old immediately started casting over me. His Dad scolded him and he got mad. I pointed out a great hole and pointed to my bait. His first cast was a 14-15 inch ‘bow. Then he and his Dad dropped into the hole I was in and both cast over me. I realized how ridiculous it was and packed to leave. Teen terror was now mad his older brother was ignoring this circus and landing fish left and right. He had a lure I was familiar with. Teen terror whines at his Dad about not having more lures like that.
I had one exactly the same so I tied it for him and gave it to him on my way out. I also pointed out the second Palomino and they swarmed. As I was leaving the Dad caught the first one.