After getting Wes' phone call last night, I was all juiced up for the
Narrows today. Rick picked me up and we were on the water at 11, with a low
slack around 2:30. There was only one other flyfisher and no boats.
One thing I have found, after all these years on the Sound, is that it is
an ever-changing dynamic. Even while you are fishing it, the water is
either dropping or rising and what is hot one day is stone cold the next.
Needless to say, it wasn't as good as Wes had it, but the day had it's
moments. While I didn't cast to as many or as large schools as Wes, I did
find small scattered pods of working fish up and down the beach (and I DO
mean up and down the beach).
I would say I pulled at least one fish out of just about every school I
cast into. I tried something new today. I cast a #16 lightly dressed
Nothing Fly on a 4x tippet. It was the ticket in that I was able to cast
into the schools without them bolting. I caught every fish I cast to which
isn't always the case with the larger weighted flies. When the schools
passed and I was confronted with individual jumpers, I picked them up with
a small 1" sparse little clauser. In fact, I picked up enough on the
candlefish pattern that I am thinking poppers.
Leland.
