September 23, 2016
I invited a friend of mine to go fishing today a couple of weeks ago and we actually went in lieu of canceling as frequently happens when I plan a trip because of work or some other urgent task that needs to be done at home.
I knew it was supposed to rain the night before but no problems, right? You use nymphs, wooly buggers and the like.
We arrived at Tererro at about 8:00 am heading for the Willow Creek day use area north of Tererro. On our way we stopped to watch four young mule deer eating leave from small trees that they could reach. It was fascinating watching while they were eating and watching us. Once we reached the day use area we discovered it had rained hard over the entire region of the Pecos during the evening before. The water was like thick chocolate milk with almost zero visibility. My friend Don and I get into our fishing costumes I tied on a Poundmeister pattern and recommended that Don tie on a Peacock Nymph pattern. We crossed the stream near the bridge and started fishing downstream.
The weather was perfect; sunshine, virtually no wind and the bluest sky you can imagine. The water was not too high just very muddy. We fished hard, casting to the point of tiring our casting arms. If you are catching fish, for some reason your arms never get that tired. The water level was perfect but with density of the mud flowing through the water we could not even get a nibble, let alone get a strike.
We fished fast water, slow water, deep runs and large pocket water pools and nothing. Don tied on a prince nymph and tried it for quite a while and nothing. I tied on small Black Wooly Bugger and achieved the same results. We fished the area for a couple of hours and decided to hike back to the truck and drive downstream to find another spot. On our way back to the truck we spoke to some anglers that had not done any better than us and they told us the day before was great, the water was clear and they caught several fish.
On our way down to the Tererro Area we were lamenting about the saying “A bad day of fishing is better than a good of work.” Well, that is true to a degree but in all honesty, it really is a lot better if you are catching fish. We arrived at Tererro Campground about 10:45 and started fishing, Don tried several patterns and so did I and we got nothing. I really felt like we were fishing the high spring run-off and it is the last week of September. We fished all the water we could until noon and decided to drive downstream and find some shade and have lunch.
We found a place off the side of the road with some shade, parked, got the lawn chairs out and constructed ourselves sandwiches, got some chips and the macadamia nuts white chocolate cookies my wife made us and sat down for a relaxing lunch. We talked about work (a little) but mostly about our families, kids, wives, fishing, hobbies, etc. and learned a lot more about each other. We ate, relaxed and chatted for about an hour.
I took us to a great spot to fish about half- way between Tererro and Dalton Bridge. We fished there for about an hour doing what we had done all morning; casting, casting and changing fly patterns with no fish to hand. We tied on several different fly patterns and I even fish a Golden Stone dry pattern (I don’t know what I was thinking, just desperate I guess) and again nothing. This is why they call this “Fishing” and not “Catching.” The final leg of our trip was driving down to Dalton Bridge where there are several very nice spots to fish. This area gets a lot pressure and even with almost no pressure we still did not prevail. It was about 3:00 and we chose to pack up and head for the ice cream place for our traditional ice cream and then to call it day.
Regardless of what you just read we both had a great day together and look forward to the next time. The weather was great and the scenery was breath-taking but the most important part of our trip this day was we learned a lot more about each other and are trying to plan to fish together again soon so I can actually show Don I really do know how to do this stuff. In spite of the water conditions it was a great setting and there were virtually no other anglers so were able to fish where ever we wanted to.
The rule in our house is if I take someone fishing I have to take my wife the next week. We will probably fish the East Fork of the Jemez. I am looking forward to fishing again with my favorite fishing partner.
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