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Sunday night's sunset morphed from cloudy to almost cloudless:
Finally got out on the basin wall to try a few casts with the fly rod.
Nothing much happened for 6-8 casts with the 7-weight, throwing an all-white clouser minnow.
Then a fish hit the fly.
I knew it wasn’t much of a fish as I could pull it in easily by stripping the line in with the left hand rather than putting the fish “on the reel.” I kept the line tight to the fish, not allowing any slack, but after a few strips the line went limp and I figured the fish had gotten off the hook. Au contraire! The line suddenly went tight again…and the fish was pulling much harder.
After a bit of a tussle the fish came alongside the wall and I was able to see that it was a decent little barracuda…maybe two feet long. However, the rod, tip bent down almost to the water, suddenly snapped back and popped the fish I’d hooked up to the surface.
The one I’d originally sunk the fly into was a small jack or blue runner that had subsequently been grabbed by the barracuda who took a few moments to chew through the hooked fish.
He got all but the head.
I would have liked to catch [and release] the ‘cuda, but this result was fine. Barry got himself a meal, and I got to land the first fish of the season…or at least part of him…and on the fly rod yet.
Definitely a portent of fishing days to come.
And as to the weather forecast:
That's a great blue heron who stopped by to watch the sunset.