Yesterday after work I headed to the gin-clear waters of the West Branch of the White River. The forecast at one point called for clouds and a little rain, so I thought it would be a good evening to try one of my favorite, twisty sections of the river.
The meteorologist was off, though, and it ended up being a bright blue-sky afternoon. Sunlight and super clear water are not a very good combination for bringing the fish out. Things started pretty slow, but it was still fun to be out on this beautiful stretch.
The fishing finally picked up when the sun sank behind the trees. I caught seven browns and one small rainbow.
I hated to have to climb oout just as the trout started cooperating, but it was getting dark and I needed to head home. The good news is that I left some of this section unfished, so I can plan another visit sometime later in the season.