- Missouri Trout Stalker
- Saint Louis, Missouri, United States
- I am an attorney in my early thirties with a serious fly fishing problem. I work at a large corporate law firm where things move pretty fast. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of corporate America, I try as often as possible to get away and enjoy a quiet stream. My blog attempts to detail the adventures I have both on and off the water in "My World on the Fly."
Thursday, May 27, 2010
John ("JD"), Joe ("Trip"), Johnston ("Stone") and I hit the Current this past weekend. Armed with sinking lines and huge streamers, we went for the big dogs. Our 2.5 hour drive to the river at 6 a.m. could have turned out to be completely worthless but we needed a fix. I needed a fix. It's been since March since I've caught a trout and I didn't really care about the conditions. We rolled out with hopes of hitting it big on heavy tackle and really, really large streamers. We were pleased with the results, despite sacrificing a little bit of ourselves and our equipment to the river.
Turning the corner and dropping down that familiar decline into Montauk, I couldn't believe how off-color the water was. I have fished the river as high as 1.9 on the gage at Montauk. I'd never tried it at 2.4. The clarity was like watered down chocolate milk that had settled for a day or so. On the banks you could see the bottom but places where the water was more than a foot deep were lost to the heavy colored flow of runoff falling down out of the hills.
The river was moving. Enough to the point where US Forest Rangers were patroling in a 16 foot john boat powered by a jet outboard keeping floaters off the water. In fact, a large group of floaters (15+) who had come down for a week long float had to delay their departure from Baptist when the "fuzz" motored up stream as they were about to put in. I felt bad for the group. I couldn't imagine anything worse than being forced to delay an amazing float simply because Rangers didn't think it was safe........Oh wait a minute, their layover was on one of the best trout rivers I've ever known. Beats sitting at a gate in the airport.