|Looking southeast across McGill Reservoir; note dust trail in the|
air from the Trout Truck
It had been 139 days since I was last fishing, and even that wasn’t a “pleasure” trip but rather a photo shoot for Southwest Fly Fishing. My patience was being measured by a 4½ month hiatus. So you can understand why I returned to Dacey Reservoir for one final trip (maybe…) before the December ice-over.
|Outlaw Escape loaded into the Trout Truck, ready for the morning's|
journey to Wayne Kirch.
|One of two mature ladies wearing sun-hats who fished from kayaks.|
The family Salmonidae is awe inspiring for most fly anglers with its subfamilies of salmon, trout, chars, freshwater whitefishes, and graylings. I my opinion, trout, in all their forms, are the most beautiful of freshwater game fish. And, in my opinion, they live in the most attractive environs that stir my heart. Of course, the fact that they will take a fly voraciously is indeed an incentive all on its own.
|McGill Reservoir at sunrise.|
|One of five largemouth bass from Dacey.|
|Cottonwoods in distance reveal Dave Deacon Campground, |
looking west from Dacey boat launch.
|Largemouth bass, taken from|
|Looking down his gullet, fooled by an olive Woolly Bugger.|
Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. (English Standard Version)
|FisherDad happy to have Outlaw Escape|
loaded into the Trout Truck.