Day 28 - Fishing trip to Lk. Cochrane

I met a fellow the other day who said he was also a fly fisherman. I said that I had not wet a line since I had been in Newfoundland and he insisted on taking me to a fishing pond to catch some trout. Several 3-5 pound fish had been taken recently and he thought we might have some luck. We met at a gas station out on CA 1 and flew off to the lake. It was within five miles. The Dept of Natural Resources ranger actually had an office on the lake and we met the ranger who lived there. The lake was large and several seaplanes were docked. I'd have bonked my head on the wing of one of them had I not noticed it at the last moment. A heliport was also available there. We rigged up our equipment. Steve suggested a brown muddler I had in my collection. I made a number of casts in the blustery conditions following Hurricane Irene's arrival to the westbut still no bites. We changed to the windward side of the lake and casting was a bit easier, but there were several bushes behind me that took a greater interest in my fly than the trout. As dusk set in, we fished until I could just barely see to thread the line onto the hook. And then the fish started to feed. Several jumped and Steve was able to get a good sized fish on, but wasn't able to land it. I did get a bump from what could have been a parge fish, but could not get hin to take the fly again. We called it a night when it was too dark to see the flyline in the water and I headed back to camp.