First-time trout fishing
For many people, the image of “fishing” is one that takes place on a pristine lake or stream, not unlike the beautiful imagery from A River Runs Through It. Contrast that to my first couple of years fishing overcast days in the rough Pacific Ocean for a venemous fish; this concept was foreign to me. However, I finally got one of those trips out with my Uncle when visiting him in Bridgeport, CA
This turned out to be much different than any fishing I had ever done. This “stream fishing” required far more thought and finesse than pulling rockfish from 50 feet below a boat. First of all, there’s a ton of fish and the water is clear, so you can practically target the fish you wanted to catch. Unfortunately, if you can see them, they can see you as well and they won’t bite. The little ones didn’t get this, so we caught plenty of shakers.
Through some deception and careful placement of casts, we were able to coax a few nice fish out of the water. My Uncle didn’t want to keep an of them, but since I’m not one to fish for “sport” I decided to keep a couple (especially because they were planted fish, as opposed to wild-spawning ones). Unfortunately the largest fish took a full five minutes to land, and even then wiggled away from me just before the picture was taken. Lesson: string them up before snapping.
Later on during our hike down the stream, I had to ask my Uncle why he didn’t keep the fish. As always, his response was to the point: “I don’t want to carry them, and I don’t want to clean them.”
Fair enough, I was happy to carry our fish!
Ever fish for trout? How do you feel about eating them versus pure catch and release?