The alarm sounded at approximately 4:45 a.m. as the guys and myself groggily slipped out of a deep sleep. We slowly got up and began fumbling around getting things ready to go fishing. After loading up our fishing vests and brushing our teeth in the kitchen sink we piled into the truck and began our 30 minute adventure to Montauk State Park. When the sun finally decided to rise there were no golden rays flowing down upon us, instead the sky was darkened by dense, black rain clouds; it was not looking good. In fact for the entire trip we discussed the possibility that the river would be way up because of the recent rains, that it would probably rain and storm on us all day, and we would not catch any fish. When the rain began to fall upon the windshield of the truck it only helped to increase our negative outlook on the day that was before us.
We pulled into the park expecting to see a rolling river, flooded beyond it’s banks and yet as we drove over the bridge the river was not up at all. We purchased our tags and drove over to our favorite fishing hole where the sun had blasted through the clouds lighting up the water and causing a dense fog to lift from the river revealing the magnificence of God’s creation. Best of all, no rain, no storm, no clouds, just one heck of a nice day!
I have a new Quantum Energy reel and rod for trout and crappie fishing. It reeled in fish better than any other reel I have ever used, which I expected since it was three times as expensive as any other little spinning reel I have seen. We followed our normal routine, walking up and down the river, in waders, fishing each of our favorite spots. In the trout stream your limit is 5 fish a piece, which I was quickly approaching when suddenly Le Renard saw one of the biggest fish we had seen all day long. It was massive, and would most defiantly earn us a lunker tag back at the lodge! We stood in awe of that fish for awhile before we finally began the process of trying to catch it. We threw on different colored worms and let them float down past him hoping that the fish would grab on to the worm and we could reel in one of the biggest fish he had ever caught. Suddenly the fish grabbed my worm and I yanked, hooking him right in the lip. It fought like a mule as I attempted to wear him out and reel him in. It swam as hard as it could up and down the river and I kept the line tight trying not to lose him. I fought for this fish, working my reel and setting my drag so that there wasn’t much tension on the line, and finally he was close enough to me I reached behind me, grabbed my dip net and scooped him up! Unfortunately the fish was so big that it hung out of my dip net and before I could grab it the thing flopped around and right out of my dip net, broke my line, and swam away. WAIT! That is not what happened at all. Instead, none of us got the chance to catch this fish because Le Renard got hung up on a log right in front of him, and instead of breaking the line he pulled the entire log out and smacked that big fish right in the head, which sent him swimming down the river at the speed of light. *sigh*
We came home with a load of fish, I cleaned them and we had a huge fish fry the next evening. Fresh trout is really good eats!
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