Ended my recent whitefish streak with a couple bows. Funny how whitefish are considered second rate. I don't think any one has told them that, because they fight like angry tanks. I've learned to recognize the very specific head shake on hook-up, so now I'm less surprised when those golden scales come to the surface.
Today, the fly of choice was a micro mayfly, with a skwala stone up top and some split-shot to get into the feeding lane.
This last one took a baetis and gave me a good run. Post-spawn I believe, and had the scars to prove it. Huge gash on the head, and the tail was worse for the wear. Some nearby construction workers were hooting and hollering while I reeled him in...urban fishing, right?
These self-shots are taken with a fancy tripod called a river rock. Boom.
