I did my best to rise from sleeping after two days of shows and crashing Sunday morning at 4:00ish AM. I'm proud to report that I made it to Brown Beard's house not forgetting anything except the GoPro camera (sorry, no hot POV action in this post). We made it to our first stop, Melancthon Creek, before noon, first trying a bridge that had previously provided us some good trout. The heat and humidity was stifling. Unsurprisingly, the fishing was slow in the middle of the day. We caught 1 trout at the bridge and worked our way downstream to some rock walls where I'd lost a nice trout on a previous trip. The trout would not reappear for us and few others did.
|Melancthon. Lovely place.|
During the last couple of hours of daylight, we parked at a bridge on Spring Coulee Creek. We would hook into a few more fish here though nothing noteworthy. I used a large attractor fly with a pink squirrel dropper. Only the wet fly would catch any fish for either of us.
We went back to camp and got up the next morning at about 5 to get on Rullands Coulee Creek early. The temperature was much more comfortable at this time in the morning. We worked our way upstream catching a small brown trout here and there until reaching a point were the creek exited a wooded area. It's a hole I've fished before with success and this time it allowed me the best trout of the weekend, a 14 or 15 inch brown. Probably 14. Anyway it was a joy and a relief to catch a nice fish at that moment and a very good looking fish. It took the pink squirrel.
|Fish of the weekend|
|Into the trees|
|Brown Beard at the end of the line|
|Bizarre cult graffiti made from sacrificed plants found in the picnic shelter at the campground|
|Willow Creek. You're either in it or on the bank.|