June 5

After days of putting together a baby room, I finally got a chance to get out to fish for a bit. Nate and I went on an exploratory misson to visit some seldom fished water that I've been eying for quite some time. We fished two lakes, both of witch are remote and promising. The best hidden gem was a tiny creek. I'd fished it before, but only for a half hour. This time we tried a different spot. Most of the creek is small enough that you would not get your shins wet crossing it, but in every deep hole there was a good brown.

When we scrambled down to the creek, we could see two nice fish swimming in a large pool created by a piece of concrete. Just like in New Zealand, Nate spotted while I drifted a small nymph to the fish. I hooked the first one and pulled it down stream quickly so I might get a shot at the second fish. What I landed, out of this trickle of a creek, was a plump 17 inch brown. The second fish was even better. I did not see the take on the second fish but responded to Nate when he said: "He ate it, he ate it." This fish was bigger measuring 19 inches with a hooked jaw and deep butterscotch yellow sides.

We went on to fish a bunch more pools; each one a different problem to solve. The fishing was not easy, but it was a lot like New Zealand. Don't ask the name of the stream. This is one I wont kiss and tell.