5/28/10 Little Rock Creek
Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 9:51 am
A handful of creek chubs and a rock bass. Lots and lots of hits and tugs that had me wishing I had brought my 3 weight fly rod and a bunch of small flies. Got to see two smallies unhook themselves before getting them even close and I think I hooked that 18 inch again in the bottom of a big pool. That was a hard hit and pull.
Otherwise, just a beautiful day to be out.
Reminds me of Monet paintings. I'll have to play around with it a little.
The recent high water made some changes. New trees were down and blocking the creek, made getting past them difficult since new channels were also cut into creek bed.
One huge tree with at least a 4 foot diameter trunk that was a major block on this creek for years, was pushed against the far bank. I've seen the end result of these floods many times over the years and have recorded them before and after. One of these times I'm going to go sit along a creek while it's all happening. I want to see it and hear it. Preferably without getting killed of course.
Stopped to do that old man ritual of emptying the bladder that gets too full too fast. I was practically standing on a fawn nested a few feet from the creek in tall grass. It never moved, just kept a close eye on me.
Somebody was way out in the woods, as far from any paths as I was.
But for different reasons. I was impressed.
Otherwise, just a beautiful day to be out.
Reminds me of Monet paintings. I'll have to play around with it a little.
The recent high water made some changes. New trees were down and blocking the creek, made getting past them difficult since new channels were also cut into creek bed.
One huge tree with at least a 4 foot diameter trunk that was a major block on this creek for years, was pushed against the far bank. I've seen the end result of these floods many times over the years and have recorded them before and after. One of these times I'm going to go sit along a creek while it's all happening. I want to see it and hear it. Preferably without getting killed of course.
Stopped to do that old man ritual of emptying the bladder that gets too full too fast. I was practically standing on a fawn nested a few feet from the creek in tall grass. It never moved, just kept a close eye on me.
Somebody was way out in the woods, as far from any paths as I was.
But for different reasons. I was impressed.