This morning I fished a section of the West Branch of the White River. This stream is so clear, sometimes I forget it’s made of water! Whenever I see the phrase “gin clear”, this is the river that comes to mind.
The clarity of the water makes the stream difficult to fish. Where on most streams you can have two or three chances to hit a promising spot with the lure, here you get one and only one. The sight of the lure flying overhead sends the fish scrambling.
Whenever I fish the West Branch, I secretly hope to complete a “grand slam” - all three trout species in one day. I’ve caught browns, rainbows, and brookies out of this river, but never all in one day. I missed again today. I got several browns and a rainbow, but no brookie.
I think the gin clear water made me a better fisherman. At least it made me very aware of every mistake today.
I got in my first swim of the year after fishing when I stopped off at Lake Alpine on the way home. I can’t say the water was warm yet, but at least I didn’t have to break any ice!