Yesterday I had the day off, so I went fishing. I prayed about where to go, and then when I got my answer, I looked at it on the satellite imagery of the area. I noticed that even closer than "the big trout catching place" was the "lower" (main) confluence of the Bitterroot and the Clark Fork, which I'd always been curious about. I decided I'd go there instead. It was a decision which lead to much hiking, little fishing, fatigue and great frustration. I did not have a great day; though I did catch three small whitefish, I had a bee in my bonnet, and I took it out on myself. I have dark moods which are profound and painful, tend to escalate to self hating tirades with much cursing, and yesterday's was a doozy, but eventually I calmed down, and went back to the honey hole (which had earlier produced the whitefish). There was no action, so I swapped rigs a few times, and as the light was fading, I got a hard strike.
I set the hook effectively, and it felt rather like it had snagged on the bottom, until the line started moving around, it was a very big fish, and I excitedly attempted to wrest his mass from the bottom of the river. After absorbing a couple short runs, I began stripping in line, and got my net ready. Then the fish, annoyed at being lifted off of the river bottom, began shaking his head violently, and he was off. "OH NOOOOOO!" was all that came out of me, the sense of loss was intense, but apparently I'd used up all of my cursing for the day. Demoralized, I saw that the hook had been bent to ineffectiveness; I felt completely defeated, exhausted, and emotionally not a way one wants to ever feel.
After work today, I went back to make things right. I caught a couple small whitefish, lost a slightly bigger one that launched out if the water after coming off the hook, and did next to no cursing; I was content enough drifting my nymph's without response. Again, returning to the honey hole just after sunset, I worked through a few rigs with no luck, until I put on a worminator with a Duracell trailer. In the same spot that I hooked up yesterday, the bubble dipped and I hooked into a nice trout fish. It wasn't nearly as strong a fish as the one from last night, but after respectable tugging from said fish, I was happily able to land it, and felt redeemed from the sad state of the previous day. What a difference a day makes.
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