Spring Tues

With a bit of a memorial day hangover I got to the river a little late. I fished down stream to the pine's pool with no luck and decided to head up stream.  I was fishing a soft hackle in front and a small bead head flashback pheasant tail trailing.  Since the trip down was uneventful when I jumped to the other side of the river I tied on a grey scud and another beadhead pheasant tail trailer a little bigger then before and with no flashback.  The walk up river was also uneventful until I hit the brook pool. This is where everyone fishes by evidence of the equipment left in the newly fallen tree and the worm box trash left streamside.  Intending on heading up above to the run I just couldn't resist the begining of the big pool.  Since I had to cross over to get where I was planning on fishing there was no harm in casting a line before wading across.  Fortunately for me the dace were in the section of the stream.  After playing with them for the better part of 10 minutes I finslly managed toy get one of the hook.   The little bugger managed to get it all wrapped up into a mess so in order to save time I cut the flies off.  What to tie on.  Well the water was perfect for that soft hackle that I was using before and the pheasant tail was smaller so the dace would be fun.  Tied it on and on the second drift through something slammed it hard.  A nice 8" brown who thought he was a flying fish repeatedly launching himself from the water.  Once to hand he was released unharmed. Another drift or 2 and something big thought my float looked appetizing.  Two strikes later and it was time to head to work....never did get that fish to come to an actual fly.