This is a blog about all of my fishing excursions. Although I am only 15, I have a rich profusion of adventures and stories. My step father taught me how to fly fish when I was nine. Since then, we have gone fishing for trout all over the Midwest.
My friend Eric and I went to our trout club today. We started fishing around 4 P.M. and ended at 11 P.M. After many large fish, annoying people trying to steal your hole, and an abundance of flies in trees, we came away with about 30 apiece. This is one of the better days I have had at the club. I started out with a purple crystal bugger. After only about two fish with that, I moved on to a glow bug. Since the rainbows are spawning, I thought it would be a good idea. After some beautiful brooks and bows, some people started to come over to take my hole. Trying to make small talk, I asked a fisherman what pattern he was using. He replied, sounding irritated, "An egg... Do you know what that is." It took me so much willpower not to howl back about how my cast is better and how I am more experienced then he is. Even with him stealing my hole that I was fishing in, he couldn't catch a fish. Every time he missed one, he looked up at me to see if I was watching. Even though he was about 50, he could tell that I was an all around better fisherman then he was. I ended the day with some nice bows on a parachute adams. After the seven hour fishing trip, I caught 3 brooks, 26 bows, and 2 browns. Eric finished the day off with 5 brooks, 28 bows, and a tiger trout. I am so jealous of him. He has caught a tiger trout the past three times he has gone out there. I've never caught one! He has caught more tiger trout the past month than most fisherman will ever in their life time. But still, you can't complain with 31 fish for the day.