We were supposed to launch the boat at 3:30 p.m., but I was early. Arriving an hour before my dad, who was trailering the boat, I put on polarized glasses and scouted from the bank.
A hundred yards upstream of the launch and boat moorage, the reservoir we would be fishing narrows to the original river channel and a back eddy shaded by tall trees. I thought it looked like a good spot to look for the splash of a trout rising for a mayfly. It was only a couple of minutes before one slashed at the surface. When I saw another, I looked closer and could see dark shapes 3 to 6 feet deep in the green water.
Earlier in the year, I used pink bubblegum worms to catch steelhead downstream in this same river canyon. Now I was armed with smaller plastic worms, a spinning rod and 4-pound-test line. Those trout were within easy casting
