Every river has one, the spot where anglers go to die, aimlessly changing flies trying to coax rising fish to take our pathetic flies. Never quite getting what is hatching and guessing at presentation. And just when you think you have everything dialed in, they stop feeding!
Spent an hour at my own frustration pool this morning and maybe it's all in my head and again plenty of rises but no takers. As I walked back down stream to toss a few in some familiar but unproductive pools ( at least this season) a fish rose repeatedly against a swamp willow not once but three times. Gave my fly a look and on the next toss gave it a better look, but alas nothing. Frustration mini pool?
Take home message is every bush, log, weed bed hold fish we probably walk by 99% of the fish and fishable water. The familiar old pools can be reassuring and productive, but so are those little spots we never waste a second on. Don't be lazy!
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