I still haven’t fished the famous Railroad section where the famous banker, W. Averell Harriman donated his land to the state (and was also mentioned in the memorable Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.)
My guide, Leslie Dal Lago, found a sweet spot first thing in the morning that provided us with a dozen fish or so on nymphs. It was one of the few times in the last couple months that I have gone under the water to catch fish. In this case, it was most beneficial as this beautiful fish appeared, a renegade from above the dam.
Leslie and I had fun at lunch scouting a big ‘ole brown that had found itself the perfect hiding place. We tried to figure out a way to get acquainted, other than by just netting him, but decided after a few casts and resulting tangles and snags that we would just let this monster be.
As with most fishing spots at the end of August, fishing slowed to a trickle after lunch, but the morning more than made up for that. Why isn’t it still August?
