Rainbows. For weeks now I have been plagued by the curse of the rainbow. Every tug on the end of my line has inevitably ended in a silver fish in the net.
It's not that a have a problem with rainbow trout per say (that's a lie, I totally do), but I'm all about variety. I'd like to see a yellow belly every now and then or a glowing orange fin. Is that so much to ask? I think not.
Jacob keeps reminding me that the rainbow is the winter trout.
I keep reminding myself that there are only 76 days, 20 hours and 25 minutes until the end of the rainbow trout curse, hopefully.
Yesterday Jacob and I headed to Davidson River for our annual New Years/birthday fishing excursion.
I'd like to think that I'm not a completely superstitious person, but I often think about signs and curses alike.
We hit the river and I pulled out my camera to catch a photo of Jacob landing a fish.
The battery was dead.
I took this as a particularly bad omen concerning the remainder of the year but decided to be positive. Hey, now I can focus on my fishing, just have fun, no pressure.
After seeing Jacob catch and land a few fishing including a brown and brookie I felt that familiar tug. Here it was, here was my New Years fish!
Rainbow, probably only six inches at that.
This was definitely a very, very bad omen.
The day continued and despite my perseverance in the cold and the rain, nothing other than more rainbows made it to my net.
Is 2017 to be the year of the rainbow?
Only 76 hours, 20 hours and 19 minutes until spring.
May the curse of the rainbow soon be broken.
Jacob is a fly fishing guide with a passion for conservation and brook trout. He is an accomplished rod builder and restorationist.
Jillian is an outdoor photographer and blogger, using her voice for Public Lands and Cold Water Conservation. She specializes in trying to out fish jacob whenever she puts the camera down.