I had to work and got done late so I stopped at Iona lake which was on my way home. About five trucks lined the main road near Jake's Inn but there were no boats in the water and no one on the beach. I set up on the little dock on the beach and one other guy showed up and set up about twenty yards away from me. I was the only fly fisherman out there and it was cold and windy. I started out using a Marabou Damsel and after about the fifth cast I got a bite, a strong bite that I knew wasn't a trout. It was a 16" Pickerel, I'm sick of Pickerel. I fished for about a half hour and it started snowing like a blizzard for about five minutes and then the sun came back out. I switched to a Woolly Bugger at this point because every trout I caught this year in Nashville has been on a Bugger. When the sun started going down I was wet, numb, and tired and decided to wrap it up. As I was breaking down, trout started to rise two feet from the dock. All the bugs that I seen in the water were dead from the cold but they were eating them. After cursing at them for a minute I set up a dry fly and right before I cast out, no sign of the trout! I cursed some more and threw on a bright yellow indicator so I can see it in the dark. Ten min. went by and nothing. I wrapped up and went home with my tail between my legs.
The best part of the night was that I was fishing.
How'd you guys do?
