This particular day followed that exact pattern. Bud Nick Patch and I took an early morning into the early hours of afternoon with no fish landed, no bites materialized and zero subtle hints of fish.


But we kept plugging away, changing rigs and hitting holes with every thing we had. Soon enough Nick found the magic fly and probably on the sixtieth drift hit the first fish of the day.



And then we reaped the rewards of Nick's find.


And then somehow after a hundred plus drifts in this one particular hole, I managed to strike my proudest fish I've ever pulled from the Toughee River.


This stout trout which was probably about 18" in length probably topped the scales at the 3 to 3.5 lb mark. I could barely get my hand around it's footballed body. Such a beauty and so fun to catch (and definitely release).
The fly and the damage the trout did to the hook. A true hook bender.

A great day on the river passing time until the snow falls.
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