Yesterday was a wake up call for me, out on the Salt River AZ, on my own exploring some new water. Beautiful day, what could go wrong?
When the water looks deep and you are almost at the top of your waders back off!!!!
I was fishing some new water when I snagged my flies on a submerged rock on the other side of the run. I can get that!! Big mistake and stupid!!!
Took off my vest left the rod and waded out with my wading stick, halfway over it got very deep and then I slipped and in I went over my head full waders filling up even with my wading belt on!
Now I am lucky as I have surfed all my life and I know how to handle myself in water and a situation like this. The water was pretty cold but I just pushed off the bottom and swam and pushed over to the other side. It was not far, but shock is your enemy and less experienced fishers could be in deep trouble!
Clambered out only to find I was stuck on the other side water was too deep to try and cross back.
Again you never know what is going to happen next,I looked up stream and could see some deep dark muddy water in a back flow but it was getting shallower the further up I went. I had a small cliff behind me so i could not crawl up. I had all dead bamboo brush tight into the water so I was using the bamboo like a snow shoe in the mud. However that did not work well and I was sinking deep quickly, I managed to crab some tree branches and use that as leverage to pull my self back out, very deep mud and sticky!!! I hate mud!!!!
Back to square one!
Ok,the cliff it was, not big but vertical. I started climbing being very carefully to look before I placed my hands on on crack or ledge above me. Making sure there were no rattlers sunning them selves in early warm weather. In wet full wading gear not easy plus having to keep under all the dead trees and bushes hanging down. Made it to the top then had to walk about 1/4 mile to be able to wade across a shallower part to get to my vest and rod, soaking wet.
For what? to save two flies? I know so much better than that. I fish a lot on my own in out of the way places, so this was a wake up call to be more prudent in the future.
The day yielded one 19 inch rainbow that snapped off my tippet right at the net, one lost big Sonoran sucker that snapped off all my gear after a minute or so and one Sonoran landed.
At the end of the day some rainbows were on the surface taking flies. I rigged up only to have a strike that snapped the barb less end of my fly off. I guess that was fate telling me to go home!