For 90 minutes the world was on fire. Browns 15 to 25" were rising and each one rising was hooked. It was cutthroat fishing on a brown trout stream - a ton of fun and I worked them quickly and effectively as there was an impending storm rumbling in. At one point, as I played the 25" male, a 20" brown rose 2 feet away from it. I landed the larger and caught the other. As I released that fish, the impending storm finally hit. Dark, billowing clouds and a heavy wind drove in heavy rain and an inch of hail. I waited it out under a tree. As the rain let up, I started to walk out. Every time the weather changes so dramatically, be it water clarity, in stream temperature change, or barometric pressure swings, the fish simply turn off on these streams. The day was over. I knew it. I'd seen it enough times. So many times through the years of fishing and guiding, it's proven useless to stay on the water after such a dramatic change. I had enough data points in the database to tell me it was over. So why, 2/3 the way back to the car I stopped and turned around to go back to the stream and fish the rest of the afternoon... why? But I did. Naturally, another cell dropped a little more rain before it was over, and then the sun came out. For 2 minutes the weather was again pleasant. In the 3rd minute the wind came straight downstream at me, at about 60 gusting 80kmh. Over the next three hours I simply walked the bank of this new reach of stream. It sure looked pretty with the deep, wet greens glistening in the sun.One fish rose. I caught it. Otherwise, I had yet another data point to the collection. Sometimes it pays to listen to the data set, rather than pointlessly adding to it. Oh well. :)
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