Against my better judgement, I went down to the dam this morning. Arrived at 7:30 am and there were already 5 vehicles in the parking lot and one on the gravel bar. Some idiot almost ran over me trying to get his vehicle on the gravel bar as I was walking down. A fly fisherman was already standing in the fast water where I really wanted to start fishing so I went on down passing 3 red necks carrying a cooler and a bucket.
They ran the fly fisherman out of the fast water but only stayed there a few minutes whooping and hollering as if they were already drunk. It is amazing how people either don't understand or don't care how well sound travels across water. They finally went on past me and started "cooking" something up. Then someone kept saying give me a toke give me a toke. Whatever they were doing they finished and started back talking about how buzzed they were. Finally the quiet returned. After they left I waded on down and around the bend.
There was actually two people in a canoe that went behind me. Almost unheard of on the Elk. There seems to be no one who understands etiquette on the river.
I ended up with 46 trout only 8 were browns but my largest fish was 15 and a brown. I caught 2 on black kenny and 5 on chartreuse woolly. The rest were on the gold kenny. The kenny will soon be known as the "Wet Candy". I tried the "Soft Candy" but had no interest. Several trout actually hit my indicator so I tried the Klod hopper and got several hits but did not hook any on it. I fished until noon giving me enough time to get back and open the shop without having to rush.
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