So after finishing up in Albertville I made it back to New Brighton, grabbed my gear and was on my way south around 4:00pm I figured I would be fishing by 5 and that would give me almost two hours to bask in the glory of the Driftless for one last time before the long winter. After parking my car at a spot that Taylor told me to check out I opened my tailgate and started suiting up. After putting my waders and boots on I reached into my bag for my fly fishing vest and to my surprise it wasn't there. "How could I forget my vest?" I asked myself remembering the commotion I was in as I scrambled to grab my gear and get out the door before traffic really started to pile up. After digging through my bag I found one of my small fly boxes that contained a couple streamers. Having about 10 streamers to choose from I chose a white Bow River Bugger that I remembered purchasing this summer at Mend Provisions in Minneapolis. After tying it on I didn't even have a clippers to clip of the one inch tag of 2X Flourocarbon and there was no way I was going to use my teeth to bite it off so I made the snap decision to leave it on. Without clippers I knew that unless my line broke by accident that this fly was going to be my only option for the evening.
This is what a Bow River Bugger looks like wet.
Once I was good to go I started through the forest on my way to the river. I was quick to notice how light I felt without my vest. I was just a guy with a rod. I decided to use this to my advantage so I started running through the forest like the natives from the movie, "Last of the Mohican's".
I thought about Trapper too as I remembered fishing with him earlier in the summer and thinking he was on to something when I noticed the micro fanny pack that he wears fishing.
Once I made it to the river I remembered Taylor telling me to head downstream where I would find a large pool. I ran downstream knowing that I only had about 90 minutes left to fish and remembering how fast time can fly when fishing. The pool definitely looked fishy and I wasted no time dissecting it piece by piece with my casts. Either the fish didn't like the Bow River Bugger or their was no one home. I decided that my best option was going to be covering as much water as possible not wasting any time on marginal spots.
I cast past where the disturbance had been made and started my jerk strip retrieve. It surprised me how quickly I was rewarded with 13.5 inch brown. It felt so good to get the skunk off my back.
I was so happy.
I made it up stream to the next big hole and by that time it was really starting to get dark. I decided I should start making my way back to the car so I wouldn't have to be walking through the woods using my cell phone for a flashlight.