After my close encounter with an elusive Russian steelhead, we deciced to meander over to another run. I was still giddy with excitment so I was a little hesitant to leave but Jones assured me that we would be returning to the same spot later that afternoon.
The next spot was also another very beautiful peace of water (not much of this river is ugly). We were able to over-look the river and watch fish move by. I even got to see a seal, which at first caught me off guard because I was unaware of seals being in that area. After fishing the run for about an hour or two we decided to move. I had just reeled in and was walking back to the car when an Osprey came swooping down and snatched up a fish. He was about 100 feet high, and began to hover in one spot for about 30 seconds before he folded his wings and pointed his nose straight down. Just as he was about to hit the water he shot his feet forward and stretched his wings back, forming a torpedo like shape. He hit the water and disappeared for two seconds then emerged with a silver bullet in his talons. It was pretty sweet to witness a search and destroy mission. It’s easy to forget how well adapted animals are to their enviornment. To be able to see a small fish from 100 ft+ is truly amazing, let alone make a dive and be accurate enough to actually make fish and talon connect. Too bad we didn’t get the action on film. If any of you want to check out some AMAZING Osprey photos check out this site: www.miguellasa.com.
After we watched the osprey fly off with it’s prize, we hopped back in the truck and went back to the run where we started that morning. As was expected there were a fair amount of people there. It resembled a small beach so it was a great place for those who wanted to tan. It happened to be a warm and sunny day so there was a substantial amount of people laying on blankets cooking themselves. There were also some fisherman either chucking bait or in Jones’ words,”Stinking up the water,” or swining a fly. We all kinda squeezed our way into the run and began fishing. As I was standing in the cool water, I noticed some rather older and rougher looking individuals visiting on the beach. All where sitting on a blanket, and from what I could tell where either intoxicated or under-the-infulence of something else. All where laughing obnoxiously and whenever one stood up he wobbled and just sat back down again. To say the least….I was amused. I turned my attention back to my fishing but never did stop listening to the drunken hillbillies behind me. Some comic releif was more than welcomed. After awhile, a breeze kicked up and I thought I got a whiff of some Mary Jane (slang for weed). I looked around and didn’t see any indication of someone smoking the reefer. Then I saw a thick cloud of smoke hovering over the drunken hillbillies. I figured that was the source and also the reason for their inability to walk or laugh in a civilized manner.
Like Jones had promised, we returned to the run where I had the big grab. I was still rigged with my bright orange fly (I couldn’t bring myself to use anything else, after a big grab like that I considered it the “lucky fly”). I waded out to the same spot, stripped out some line, and whipped the fly out towards the bank. I gave it a big mend and let it begin it’s swing. It wasn’t 20 seconds before I had another big grab, and this time the fight went all the way. I lifted my rod up and almost immediately the fish made that Galvan Torque sing. I looked at Jones and Chris Aff, who decided to join us that afternoon, and let out the biggest, “Wooooohoooo.” Some fisherman who where up river from us chimmed in as well. It was such a good feeling. The fish made two hard runs, and then allowed me to slowly bring him in.
After the exciting catch, we decided to call it a day and head back to Santa Rosa. Once back at the house I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up for dinner. Jones cooked up some excellent meat for hot sandwiches, while his girlfriend set up the table and set Justin and I up with drinks. We all sat down for dinner and scarfed down some awesome sandwiches and Mountain Dew. Jones made the comment that he’d never had a dew before, and upon hearing that both Justin and I looked up with big eyes.
After supper we all sat down on some of thee most comfy couches ever, and watched Curb Your Enthusiasm. It was the perfect way to end the day. I went to bed feeling pretty dog-on-good that night.