Seeing Blue - ten
by Ashton Chatelain
(Bluffdale Utah )
Seeing Blue Part 10
The Blind Turtle Fish
Last October I was fishing with my same buddy on the same stream and in the same place. This part of the stream had a long brushy riffle before a small pool, then boulders and more pools. In a small slow section that the first huge boulder diverted from the main stream was a fish that didn't seem scared of my buddy Crew and I. We got to the point that we were practically standing on it when we realized it was blind in one eye. We didn't catch the fish, though we did get him to take a small zebra midge, he just came off the hook and I immediately snagged a tree...
I want to believe that this is the same fish. It was in the big pool directly above the giant boulder feeding where the riffle slowed down, and it is of the same blu-ish color scheme.
If it's OK with Chris I will paste the blog post about it here. It was about the time I started to think about tenkara.
Walk softly and carry a long stick. - Teddy Roosevelt (almost)
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.