I have never not caught a fish in that little hole on the Rocky. The spot is not even a secret. I will tell anyone exactly where it is.
At first glance, it is a less than ideal place to fish. I have to stand about five feet above the water in some brush filled high grass. The water is too still, and there are a lot of potential snags with a downed tree in the water.
Despite the difficulties, every time I fish there, I catch something.
It has been one of my go to spots for the last few years. With the open field behind and lots of open river in front, I started going there just to practice my cast. I have been catching blue gill and bass there ever since.
Until this evening, I had not been fishing in over a year. Lately, my heart has been set on shaking off the rust and making a couple of casts. I packed us a picnic dinner and readied our tenkara rods and a handful of flies, and we headed out after work.
Most of me knew I was going to catch a fish tonight. A small part of of me worried that I would ruin the spot’s streak.
We fished for about twenty minutes before I caught that blue gill. I think it knew I was making up for lost time because it wasn’t ten minutes later, it came back around and let me catch it again.
That little hole on the Rocky
