Sunday, September 25, 2011

Indiana Trib - Little Cal

So my goal was to be on the Little Cal river this morning in Indiana before sunrise. Well I hit snooze a few too many times and was on the road about 30 minutes later then I had wanted too. No big deal, at least I woke up and got on the road in the first place.
After a quick stop for food and coffee, I was on my way 57 miles from home in search of salmon. The ride went pretty smooth and didn't take as long as I had expected. Even with my 30 minute snooze session, I was still on the water about 20 minutes after sunrise and on a cloudy, rainy today like today, it didn't seem to matter.
I walked the trail down to the river and passed a few people fishing the easy access points from land. It seemed most were throwing hardware which has been working on this river as of late and I was going to be throwing flies as usual.
I walked down the trail looking for a good spot to get the boots wet and start drifting the white streamers I had tied a few weeks ago. I was excited to see how heavy this fly would be in the water with the tungsten bead head. I probably traveled about 300 yards on the trail around the river until I realized I was way off the mark that was given to me by a friend. I decided to figure out where I was on my iPhone maps app and start over. As I was walking back to my car I was asked by a fellow fly fisherman if I've had any luck yet. We talked a little bit and he offered to show me a few holes that he does well with during the winter time for steelhead (which has been noted down in a few spot so I don't forget).
He started drifting spawn about 40 yards upstream from me while I was throwing the white bugger with one of my green egg sacs trailing behind it. Let me just note that the bugger sinks and sinks quick. The hole I was fishing was at least 10 feet deep and I had to retie a longer leader since my fly was sinking so quickly. I fished this run and a few others as I headed back to my car. I had one hookup, but came off quickly. I'm sure it was snagged or was a snag all together. It's hard to feel hits when your fly line is angled straight down into a hole.
I feel bad for not ever saying goodbye to the gentleman that helped me out. I know its hard to meet people on the water willing to converse and help another fisherman out during the salmon season. It seems everyone is usually out for themselves and when they do something stupid, they don't speak English anymore.
I stopped at Bass Pro on my way home to get some quick essentials for the annual salmon trip to SE Wisconsin coming up in a few weeks. It was nice to get outside, get lost making my own path, and getting a line wet. Even though I didn't didn't catch any fish, I did see a few making their way upstream. It was raining on and off when I left and  the temperature seemed to be dropping. This is a nice stretch that I'll be back on soon. All in all, it was a good morning on the Cal.

1 comment:

  1. Nice to see some consistent post coming in. Salmon just moved up after all this rain so your trip is well timed.