In my last post covering my after-work trip to the West Branch of the white River, I forgot to mention a run-in with some barbed wire. I thought my waders survived the encounter unscathed, but this morning my soggy right leg suggested otherwise.
Last night, I set my alarm for a bright and early 3:45 AM wake-up so I could make it to the Mecan River not long after sunrise. Apparently, the mosquitoes were on a similar schedule. They were downright brutal as I donned my gear and walked down to the river.
It was one of those days where there were a lot of trout out but they didn’t always chomp down on the lure. If they had, I would have caught significantly more than I did.
I don’t think there is a prettier river in our part of the state than the Mecan. It opens up enough to allow a view of the woods, and the wading is easy. There are periodic stretches of public access, although sometimes (like today) it can be a long way between jumping in and climbing out on public lands.
The fishing was just about ideal for me – lots of small ones to feed my sense of accomplishment and several big ones to add to the excitement. I caught 31 browns and 2 brookies.
Staying busy with catching and releasing all those fish kept my mind off of my leaking waders and my soggy foot.