When I got there, it was getting cloudier and it started to drizzle while I was setting up. The weather report first indicated overcast weather so I was feeling a little nervous since the river was already quite high. Having driven far enough already, I decided to fish it. As I was eyeing a likely spot, I saw a couple fly fishermen come in and take it. Bummer, but it wasn't the end of the world so I worked downstream. The first thing that struck me was the clarity of the water. Even though the water was high, I could practically count the number of pebbles on the bottom of some runs. In the first couple of runs I fished, I wasn't able to see any fish nor register any bites in the faster, broken water, which started to worry me a little. I was straight up panicking when I didn't register any bites in a larger pool. In hindsight, it seemed better fished with a weighted streamer on sink tip or sinking line, since the best water was fairly inaccessible. To make matters worse, I went over my waders trying to cross the tailout so my trip was really off to a spectacular start. At this time, the rain started to pick up so I was wet, cold, miserable and fish less. Nevertheless, I decided to continue upstream in the hopes of picking up a fish or two before reaching my car. In the next run, I actually spotted a fish! A nice rainbow that went for... my indicator. Unfortunately, there was so much overhanging brush that it was almost impossible to roll cast or even effectively mend line so I left and worked upstream.
The next run was a nice bend where multiple currents met and created multiple seams, effectively making it a nymph fisherman's paradise! I worked the seams thoroughly, and bam! The indicator dove down and I was hooked into a nice bow. It ran and bulldogged its way to a terrific fight but oddly enough, no jumps! I snapped a photo thinking I wouldn't land it but ended up getting it to hand, only to have it muscle its way out of my hand and make off with my hot fly (BH hare's ear soft hackle). It was between 12-14".