Friday
It was just after eight when I finally located the LeTort access. I was told by a third party that it was okay to use this private access but the sign wasn’t as inviting as It was said to be. So after a few pictures, I opted to head over to a more public access just a short drive away.
Mostly I fished from the bank as the bottom was pretty silty with thick watercress all along the banks. The few rising fish I encountered either quit as soon as I got anywhere close to casting distance or simply snubbed every offering as if I wasn’t even there. After a few hours, I found the legend of the LeTort to be true. Even so, I completely fell in love with this stream. If you ever get the chance, take it. But I wouldn’t set my catching expectations too high. This is a stream that requires some time investment but you're very likely to enjoy every minute of it. Surrendering to the LeTort Skunking, I head over to the Yellow Breeches.
Drifting a couple of midge patterns under an indicator, I picked up my first catch. A fairly large creek chub had taken the lower midge. I practiced my catch and release and sent him, or her back to the stream for another fisher to catch later. A bloody bugger fooled my second fish. A good brown from the flash of yellow I saw just before it pitched the hook left me standing in the middle of the river shaking my head back and forth like a prom date gone bad. Nothing to do about it but try again.
I fished a few more hours before a pending storm forced me to pack it up and head back to the hotel. It was a good call. Pounding rain, high wind, thunder and lightning contributed to an extra-long drive back to the hotel. The power would be out for another two hours and the rain continued for the rest of the evening.
LeTort Spring