4 Hours On Billingsly Creek – Big Brown Wins!
Are there huge brown trout in Billingsly Creek still? The answer is a resounding yes. So if you want to actually catch them, you should seek advice elsewhere as this is the chronicles of a beaten down fly fisher.
I had gotten to work at 3:55 AM in order to get an early start because I knew it was going to be 80 degrees and no wind in Hagerman when brings a Chuck-A-Rama style feeding frenzy to all 5 Hagerman rivers and streams. Well, I lost track of time and walked outside about 3:30 and saw Midges, Callibetis, Bettis, and 2 sized Caddis mulling around teasing me. Oh shit, I forgot to order Dan Bailey rental waders – so I pop back into the Merc for a quick task.
2 hours later I arrive on Billingsly Creek and see several 20 plus trout sipping and cruising. And I am prepared with my float tube and wheelbarrow for the upcoming onslaught. I settle and watch closely. What is the monster eating?
At this point I realize my cell phone only has 3% battery and no one will believe me if I don’t have a picture so I call Cory Glauner form gothunts.com (and yes he does Fly Fishing trips too) who dutifully loaded up the kids and camera and came on down to document the battle.
After trying the obvious BWO, Midge, and Caddis patterns without and takes, used the remainder of my battery to seek suggestions from Wesley Atkinson (see the exchange on his Facebook here) and members of the fly fishing community.
Ok dry Dropper? Suspended Midge? oh wait the Blue Damsel Fly? By the way Wes the suspended midge did result in a very nice 16 inch rainbow whom I contended was protecting his larger warrior friend. the stream received some “are you joking me looks”.
There were bugs everywhere and I just kept trying. From Above Silver Creek Style.
From below with a 14 leader with the ole trusty Hagerman Juggernaut – The Renegade.
I mean Cory’s kids were having a blast playing in the mud and water and darkness loomed near.
What a trooper I thing to myself Cory will be admintsring bath’s until midnight.
So away went the light and I still had no prize. ANd with the light went my visitors.
And with I tied on several mouse patterns into the pitch black bringing up exciting splashy attacks but no fish. So with that I hung my head and walked away defeated – but the truth of the matter is, not disappointed. The reason I love fly-fishing is the challenged, the friendship, and the people willing to help.
As my Thoreau so eloquently stated, “Woe is the fisher that doesn’t realize until late in life that is not the fish he seeks” (grossly paraphrased).
So thanks to you who reached out and helped, and in conclusion, I walked by that fish yesterday and saw him tucked under a log. I waved, and smiled then drove over to Riley Creek about a mile away and caught 15 fish that obviously spent too much time away from their school!