Off on another adventure. This time a solo mission. Vic came down with the flu and couldn’t make the Christmas morning venture. I started out with a cup of coffee tying some new tippet on my leaders, debating on a productive area. I knew of a few pools on Oak Creek just above Slide Rock that hold some browns with some size. Facing 24 degrees at the house, I knew that the canyon temps would be in the teens. Risen Fly armed, off I went, gas is on the right.
After a short hike down over the cliffs I made my way to the secluded area that held the fish I was looking for. Today was a weird day I thought, something wasn’t quite right, but I moved on and on. I sight casted to 4 larger browns with no avail. They were somewhat dormant I suppose. My trusted go to flies hit the water and drifted wihout even a glance. I felt adventurous so I decided to somewhat scale a cliff side that was about waist deep to get to another outlet….bad idea. My Spiderman tactics landed me in the drink. It was a slow submergion…my explicitives were heard by a few ravens and that is all. My waders were full, my teeth were chattering and I was done. After taking a soggy rock climb back to the truck I headed for home and the fireplace. Well played Oak Creek, you win today.