Since I have been home from my surgery time to myself has been scarce.  I've learned over the years that this a staple in my sanity's diet.  So tonight when the wife got home from work I kissed her and said good by.  

I packed up the 2wt and and a little bag with the necessities and my waders and went for a drive trying to figure out where I should go.  I finally hmmm'd and hahhhh'd enough and decided to go to Henniker and try a spot on the Tooky that Brandon had showed me.  The brookie hole, as he called it.

So I got there and immediately noticed that the water was quite a bit higher than I had seen it there as of yet.  I had to trudge through water on around the bridge where there used to be dry paths.

I tried hard to put my little size 16 stuimulator I tied right on top of the area where the trout had been at my last visit about 6 months ago, but getting out to the ideal spot was tricky as I knew there were holes all over in the river that I had fished when it was lower.  So I tried hard for a while and no cigar so moved of the high point I was on and out into the river a little further and cast back into the old dam's release as the base of the crumbling wall and watched my fly get dragged fast down stream.  On my next cast I put it right in the current and immediately began stripping it back..  BAM!  I had a hit, and a damn aggressive one.

After a few more casts, and now that i was ready, I hooked a small mouth that put up a pretty spectacular fight for only being about 8 inches.  He jumped out of the water like three times and made quite a sight.  I had a few more less convincing hits and then I managed to catch a little blue gill, followed by a chub.

I learned that they were down deeper than a deer hair fly really wanted to get in that current, but I could peruade them occaisionally.  So I tried another spot further down the river on the inside of a bend inthe river and pulled out a tiny pumpkin seed and two more chubs.  All were very small, but I didn't care it was just what I needed.

So the new reel worked good, and the fish were biting better than I expected as high and fast as the river was.  But no tout today.  They are probably all harvested by now anyways.  "Put and take" as they say.

I did sadly find that my waders havw a slow leek in the right foot.  Think I might need to pay a visit to LL Bean again soon.  I believe it is in the neopreme foot.  I probably stepped on something when putting my boots on over them.  It sucks a little but I was still just happy to have gone fishing.

Chin up young man, things will get better as you heal more.  We need to go fish a Mountain stream together later this summer, peice and quite and the river all to ourselves.  Thanks for the report and keep healing.

See Yah

Lee

T-bone,

I am heading out on a kitchen pass Sunday morning if you want to do a little fishing.

Shoot me a PM.   I could strap the canoe on the truck and paddle your recovering butt around to save on the wear and tear

-K

For you Koda I will wear my purple leopard print pimp hat

 Keith

I'm startin to get a mental picture of that. All bad!  But then, it could be the next chapter in a "Canoe Runs Through It". Hell, you Dudes could become famous!

I can see it now......canoe slips around the bend and T Bone gets hooked into a monster Kiver. You drop the paddle and grab for the 458 Winchester Magnum. A well placed brain shot and the Kiver stops Kiverin just before chompin T Bone's leg off.

I'll give the network a shout and tell em to delete Swamp People from the line up, we got one way better