Nunnally report

[David Duvall]

Having fished this lake a dozen times since the opener (helps to work 10 minutes from the lake) the fish finally humbled me when it counted most. Friday fishing was fantastic from shore. I arrived at the lake about 3 and till the sun dropped behind the hills on the other side of the Columbia, I could not keep the fish off. They were fairly selective on size and color but a size 16 brassie proved an appropriate match to the thousands of empty copper colored shucks on the water.   On Saturday I took a newbie flyfisher and after talking up how great the fishing had been for me for 3 weeks we were ready with video camera to capture on film his first fish flycasting.   When I tied on the diminutive brassie to the end of his tippet... well you can guess the look on his face. "You expect me to hook a fish on that?" After flailing the water for 35 minutes we decided to take a break. He eventually did catch a fish while I went home from a lake where I have not smelled skunk for two years. While he was happy upon catching a fish I don't think he'll ever believe how good fishing had been. "You caught how many fish yesterday?"   The worst part was on Friday he and his girlfriend were 1/4 mile up the lake from where I'd been.   There were lots of people on the lake; the most I have ever seen. I am sure that later on fishing picked up if the wind allowed a decent cast. Funny how peoples expectations are different. On the way out a fellow on his way ask how fishing was. My partner enthusiastically responded "Yeah, fishing was great?" I did not have the heart to say that it was the poorest that I had seen on the lake.   Dave Duvall