Saturday was my friend Aaron's first time fly fishing. I decided to take him to the Weber in search of hungry trout. Fishing our first hole, about ten minutes into his fly fishing career he landed his first fish ever- a 15" white fish.
Needless to say, the day followed suit and Aaron continued to catch fish. He ended the day having landed 7 fish including the last fish of the day, a feisty 15" brown.
All of us know exactly what it is like spending time mingling with streamside trees. Aaron actually spent a lot less time tangled and hung up than most beginners.
It was a beautiful day on the river, many nice fish were caught, one more fortunate soul is now hooked on fly fishing, and one more wife will soon be complaining about money and time spent on an addiction. Sorry Brooke, but Aaron is a goner!
There is nothing like inviting your dad and brother to drive six hours to fish the Weber in spring. Everyone who fishes it this time of year knows how good it really can be. What they weren't expecting was that I was really inviting them to brave the elements and test their true love for fishing. I didn't plan it that way, but as it often turns out, mother nature decided to dump on us and soak us for all we were worth. As the pictures show, none of us wussed out and we all caught some nice fish.
Luckily Matt and I didn't have to travel too far to experience the wonderful March whether. As you can tell, Matt had a blast!
There were a few brief moments of sunshine when the heavens shone down on us and the blue-winged olives came out to say hello. Turns out the trout did too, and we caught some nice fish on dries.
John broke the top eight inches off his Sage about five minutes into the day. I had him a spare rod, but superstitions got the best of him and he thought his luck was with his rod; I thought he was crazy. Turns out he was right, and the goofball landed a dozen or more fish on his broken rod throughout the day. Like with everything he does, he knows how to make due with what he's got.