Talk about the equator and Trout fishing doesn’t seem to belong in the same sentence.
Yet, despite being less than a degree from the center of the Earth’s circumference, the glacial catchment of this extinct volcano delivers a constant flow of cool water in which both Brown and Rainbows thrive.
Mount Kenya is a towering alter that is worshipped by the tribes that surround it and we recently paid our respects on the South Western slopes, where remarkably you can encounter elephant, buffalo and leopard that call this Montane forest their home.
The Ragati lodge sits plum in the middle of this unique wilderness, the water a stone’s throw from the log cabin. The challenge was to notch up a Ragati Red, being a Rainbow Trout that has a distinct lateral line coloration reminiscent of a fish in bright spawning colors all year round.
Although the river just didn’t look like it could produce a significant fish, we had seen from photos that this frigid water had surprisingly good quality fish for its’ size. So armed with a 3wt, floating lines and Jeremy’s infallible burrowing dragon we set off under the watchful eyes of our game rangers.
And my lessons commenced. Half the battle with any fly fishing excursion lies in having confidence that you are casting into the right areas effectively and have the pattern that will entice a strike. But my casting was too long and fishing technique simply too aggressive for this technical stream, the consequence being frustration.
I love casting! Detractors would say more than actual fishing as I spend an inordinate amount of time with my line in the air and the catch to cast ratio, is significantly outweighed by the latter.
But this river calls for precision, one false cast presentation or as Jeremy continually schooled my impatience, simple small roll casts and dabbing the water with your fly, drifting down to where the Trout should be holding in an undercut bank.
Jeremy adapted like the proverbial fish and his drop and gentle drift was being met with much enthusiasm from the Rainbows
The only thing Brad had bothered to strap was his knee for the ascent, but he had wisely pilfered a pattern or two from the Roach’s box, before settling on the dam that this river flowed into………always looking for that trophy.
The ensuing afternoon was a memorable one as we rummaged through the forest, sneaking up onto small pools fed by cascading waterfalls, attempting challenging casts through the very small windows within the canopy,
I do believe that every good cast deserves a decent fish, but fortunately the average fish doesn’t have such high standards.
Unfortunately though, time is the enemy of any enjoyable fishing session, and no soon had we figured this river out, it was time to ship out. Typically it was Brad who had the last say, with his pirated pattern catching the keen eye of a sizeable Ragati Red.
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