Oh, that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh,

Finally, the heat broke and I headed up to the river. The skies were overcast as I started out at the dam pool. I put on the ol' partridge and orange with a tiny bead head and landed a couple of feisty salmon parr; boy, those little fish sure do have a BIG attitude.

Ok, dinks are fun but I wanted something more and if they are going for the bead head I was taking it off. So a quick change up and I put on the ol' orange and partridge minus the bead head.

Smack. Nice 8" bow took that one. I had to work some more and change flies to the RBF - secret weapon of the summer - and was rewarded with another bow about 12". By now the clouds had cleared away and bright sun was on the water so I headed back to the car with my faithful fishing companion.

We drove on up to see the level in the Colebrook and it is very low. The water coming into the Farmington from Mass. is so low that you could walk across the upper part of that river and pretty much not get your feet wet.

Cleo and I headed on back taking in the Still River which is pretty darn still right now; hardly a trickle doing down that little stream; makes me wonder where all the fish went?

Back to Riverton after some lunch and I thought I would try a new spot.

The Flea (aka fishing companion or Cleo)  and I headed back up river to a new spot and were lucky there were no cars parked there. We trucked on in to find that there were a couple of guys up at the head of the pool. Three were spin fishermen and one fly fisherman.

Across the river in the shade I could see some rises.

Using the RBF fly I took one cast, reached across the river and into the shade and watched a fish move for the fly.

He nailed it.

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh,
To cast it, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Man oh man, sometimes I do get lucky and this was one of those times. I could tell it was a fairly large fish and I really wanted to look up river and see if the guys saw it.

I almost didn't look but then I just had to....

The fly fisherman is looking down at me and I could almost see the word bubble, "What the..."
as he looked from me and then turned to the three spin fishermen and with outstreched arms look at them and then back to me.


Yeah, it doesn't happen too often but I was pretty proud of that cast!!

And the fish? A nice 14" brown on the 4wt.

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh,
To cast it, uh-huh, uh-huh.