
You shouldn't be surprised at all. With a night of fishing like we had the night before it was only natural that Alicia would want to get in on it after hearing about it.We left around 5 and the weather was looking great for another night of really good fishing. It was even a little overcast. By the time we were fishing it was drizzling some. Perfect!
We stopped at the culverts on the way in. Water level was down quite a bit but was still higher than normal. I knew exactly where I wanted to put Alicia and knew exactly what fly was going to be eaten.
Game had changed as it always does. Not a fish to be had with the flesh colored Slump Buster. Talk about a backfire. I was talking this up big time. Pretty much guaranteed Alicia a big fish on the first cast and wound up looking like a chump! That's what I get for assuming what I knew the fish are doing. That is never a good thing to do. After a little looking around it was apparent what they were eating. A quick rig change and Alicia had me netting full time.

When things slowed down a bit I was able to take a few casts and wound up landing a couple of really nice bows. This trip was a good reminder to never assume anything with trout. They have spent thousands of years figuring out what to eat when. That beats a summer's experience at RF any day of the week. Lesson learned! At least for a little while.
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