Last week I went out to Wyoming to visit a friend in Cody and do some fly fishing for Trout, a thoroughly enjoyable experience! I had never been there and the scenery was magnificent. We were lake fishing, a new experience for me as I normally fish rather fast moving rivers so some new skills learned.
My friend is a dry fly fishing enthusiast and I am a wet line Woolly Bugger type. A few fish were rising and I tried every dry fly in my box to no avail. I switched to a sinking nymph and cast it into the circle left by a rising fish and immediately caught two.
It reminded me of a story, I was in NZ fishing and met two West Islanders (Australians), we spent a pleasant evening together enjoying an adult beverage or two and they were ruing their lack of fishing success. I told them I was having good luck at my favorite pool and suggested they give it a go. The next morning I arrived and they were dry fly fishing with no success. I loaded my fly rod with a sinking line and Wooly Bugger. They came over and said "John, last night we mistook you for a gentleman." We had a good laugh and I proceeded to catch some fair dinkum Trout.
I thoroughly enjoyed Wyoming once I stopped look over my shoulder for Grizzlies. My friend insisted I have a canister of bear spray on my wader belt and he had a 629, I said if a bear attacks keep shooting, I'll go for help.
The only downside was the 2,730 mile drive, next time its the silver bird for me.
My friend is a dry fly fishing enthusiast and I am a wet line Woolly Bugger type. A few fish were rising and I tried every dry fly in my box to no avail. I switched to a sinking nymph and cast it into the circle left by a rising fish and immediately caught two.
It reminded me of a story, I was in NZ fishing and met two West Islanders (Australians), we spent a pleasant evening together enjoying an adult beverage or two and they were ruing their lack of fishing success. I told them I was having good luck at my favorite pool and suggested they give it a go. The next morning I arrived and they were dry fly fishing with no success. I loaded my fly rod with a sinking line and Wooly Bugger. They came over and said "John, last night we mistook you for a gentleman." We had a good laugh and I proceeded to catch some fair dinkum Trout.
I thoroughly enjoyed Wyoming once I stopped look over my shoulder for Grizzlies. My friend insisted I have a canister of bear spray on my wader belt and he had a 629, I said if a bear attacks keep shooting, I'll go for help.
The only downside was the 2,730 mile drive, next time its the silver bird for me.
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Very cold fast flowing water. Once I landed the fish they said knock it on the head. I told them I was going to release it. They looked amazed! I asked them if they wanted it, they did. I told them I would only give it to them if they promised to eat it and they did promise. They took the fish and back in the river to swim across. One lad held the fish and swam with one arm, I was afraid he would drown!! They made it over and built a little basin in the river with rocks to hold the fish while they swam some more." I almost feel guilty releasing releasing them in contravention of DOC advice but figure some old bloke like me might enjoy hooking them up once the fish stops sulking and get hungry again. 
