The following morning I pulled into the trailhead parking lot along the river. I wanted to fish the confluence of Williams Creek. There was a trail that followed the Piedra around the mountain that would have taken me right to where I needed to be, but I tried to cut over.
This birds-eye view of the Piedra is not what I had in mind when I decided to take a short-cut. I needed to be down there. Since I left my climbing gear at home, I had to backtrack a mile or so to the trail. My already beaten-down legs were hating me right now, but the will to fish carried me on.
Finally where I needed to be! The water looked perfect, and I was able to forget all about the raw blisters on my toes and heel.
I put my rod together and debated what bug to try first. A quick look at the rocks made the decision for me.
I think I had something close enough.
It wasn't long before a pretty little rainbow agreed with my selection.
Followed in short order by a handful of eager browns. I was lovin' this place!
I worked my way up towards a great looking deep run. My indicator took a dunk on the first cast, bending the 3 weight right over. I knew instantly this was a better fish, and in that same instant I saw the fish flash in the depths as the fly came back at me. Bummer. I continued fishing the length of the run, battling with a few more fish. But it wasn't until I was about to move on when I was once again hooked up into a "nice one". I'm not sure if it was the fish from before or not, but I was thrilled with the fight this guy put up!
Figuring this would be a tough one to top this day, I sent him on his way and hiked back to the car. Successful day. Check.