I’ll cut to the chase. This might be the worst blog title I’ve penned to date. For starters I’m not much of a contemporary country music fan and furthermore the title, while accurate, pushes this wacky headline thing a bit far. My apologies.
I sent my video from Cozumel to my buddy Joel Woodward a few weeks back which led to a discussion of shooting DSLR video and subsequently a quick brookie outing with JW onboard to shoot the action. He has added some new bells and whistles to his Canon 7D. It is now a fully-rigged video beast, and we were giddy to see how it performed on the water.
I have a habit of over planning fishing outings, and today was no different. I had concocted Plan A, B, C, D, and Z, all of which fell by the wayside when Joel and I found ourselves attempting to shoot video of the county road DD road sign (our favorite highway in Pierce county). Any seasoned veteran of the Rush River knows this road, and in our crew it almost always gets a few junior high level jokes upon arrival. Unfortunately for us, our adolescent hi jinx led me down the wrong highway which forced us to a different starting point than originally planned.
We popped in the lower Rush on a low numbers, big fish spot for a bit. I opted for the biggest streamer I had in the box, which may or may not have been a wise choice, but I went back to old adage of big fish, big lure. I probed a few deep wooded pools near the bridge with the weighted offering, but no takers. We decided to pull up stakes and head north to our original destination. I’m not sure about this photo, perhaps I was celebrating Easter early?
The intended destination was to harass the brookies of Cave Creek. I hadn’t fished it, but it had been on “the list” for several years. Our arrival found this little gem low and gin clear. We found some sporadic risers, but bypassed them in favor of seeking deeper holes for bigger fish. Today’s goal wasn’t to find numbers, but to see if we could extract some bigger brookies and perhaps a rogue brown.
The bigger brookies were not plentiful, nor were they showing themselves. After a short time I a rolled a nice size brown under a huge rock slab undercut. I proceeded to swing my bugger deep into the undercut only to watch a dark green missile dart out taking chase. This was the fish we were looking for only I couldn’t get it to fully commit. Following this encounter I proceeded to play a game of cat and mouse with “moby” that took up the better part of an hour. Our game concluded by him chasing my fly all the way to my toenails, which successfully put down moby and the other half dozen fish in the hole. Fuck! Roughly halfway through the video you’ll see my response to moby’s lack of cooperation.
A sinking feeling began to hit me. We had barely scratched the surface of this stream before we came to the realization that it’s time to head for home. Cave is a dandy little stream that offers a nice change of pace from the usual suspects in the area. In some ways it reminds me of Brown’s Creek across the border, with the obvious exception that Cave has solid natural reproduction.
I could see prime spots a plenty upstream, but to our dismay the day would only offer a few quick brookies then done.