So, I was fishing a small creek this weekend, which I know well, and deeply appreciate, for its hard-fighting, but rather small rainbows, and I came to a spot which produced a larger-than-average rainbow during my last trip. It's basically a small 90-degree bend pool with a fast run dumping in and a slow pool downstream. There is a large rock in the center: the water flows fast around the back side of the rock, and the water upstream of the rock (where the fast-flowing run dumps in) has a bit of depth to it. I find it best to swing a fly from the fast water flowing around the rock into the slower water just upstream of the rock.
Anyway, after my go-to fly produced a few hits, I switched to a #6 cone-head olive woolly bugger. The first drift through, I let the fly hang / sink in the pool and WHACK! The water is rather turbid, so I was pretty sure that I saw a trout returning to his initial lie. So, I swung again and WHACK! Again, I saw the same trout returning to the same lie, so I thought I might as well give it another shot, though I expected that my chances were slim to none. Then, WHACK and he was on the line! After a nice fight, a bit of admiration, and a photograph, I released him to swim another day. If he's kind enough to oblige, I'm hoping to come back in the fall for another shot.
Anyway, this was the first time I had actually felt / seen a trout aggressively snap at a fly just for being there. Obviously, I was invading his space, and he didn't like it. It was definitely a nice lesson for me that the bigger fish have comfort zones that they don't want invading either.
Here's a link to the picture:
Angry Rainbow
Chris.