Location: iRiver
Air temp: 80s
Water temp: ?
Hatches: ?
Fish landed: 2 (1 bass, 1 pike)
Present members of the Fly Anglers Guild :|: Upper Midwest Chapter, for this outing were:
Taffy
QD
Xan
As the heat of summer reached its shitty apex, it was once again time to leave the trout alone and focus on fucking with bass. So off to the iRiver we went, to taste its sweet fruits and do battle with stupid fish.
I was most excited for the raspberries, which I ate with frolicsome abandon as QD and Taffy were still setting up. After repeating last year's misguided path to the river, we finally got our bearings and found the spots with the goods.
While QD went downstream to fish some runs, I took Taffy, an iRiver virgin, to the area of my past conquests. Things started slow, as we flogged sections of a pool with our streamers. After tossing around my green bugger with no action, I decided to put some split shot on. My next cast landed by the bank, infront of a submerged branch, an area I had hit only minutes ago. I let the added weight do its thing for a moment, then a strip... boingo! As I fought the fish, it became clear that it was neither bass nor trout. It sported a beak-like mouth, long and lanky body, and darted through the water like a true killer. Getting it to the net, I found a 17" pike or muskie (fuck if I can tell the difference, probably a pike though). Neither of us had a camera, so we examined the beast for a moment and then let it swim off, hopefully to grow into a big and strong gosling eater.
A short while later, QD was by us when I began to drift an egg sucking leech through a run. I saw a flash go after the purple fly, and the showdown with Billy Bass was on. True to form, the roughly 16" bass put up a solid battle. It was Quick's turn next, as he fished a pool upstream from us, taking on a few bass of his own.
Things slowed down after that, as we cast here and there in vain. With all said and done, even though they weren't trout, I'd do it again.
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