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The Midges of April

The past few weeks yielded several days of spring creek fishing.  It was primarily a midge game as the blue winged olives failed to show.  No matter, midging suits me just fine.
I usually arrived creekside just as the sun was striking the valley floor.  The midges were in no hurry to appear.  Funny how a season differs from one year to the next.  Last year I was into midging fish early.  This year?  Well, it seemed that the bugs and anticipated bulging fish didn't show 'til mid-morning.  It gave me time to dawdle, snack and have a cup of tea.
I often fished a single fly, something that I rarely do.  The main reason?  Well, it's tough to track a single small fly in the surface film.  A bright day, often the bane of trout fisherman, was a Godsend, especially when the sun was behind my back.  Overcast, regarded as good for fishing, created a rather funky maddening glare.  A little ripple on the waters surface further complicated tracking the fly.  When things got tougher, I …

March Winds Down

March, as I mentioned in an earlier post is a month of waiting.  Dry fly fishers wait for bugs.  We (ok, I) wait(ed) for nice weather.  Well, the first half of the month was pretty nice. The past couple of weeks, rather unsettled.   I had the opportunity to fish, or rather, endure, a variety of conditions.
I'd always wanted to fish during a snowstorm.  I did, and, let's just say that's an itch that I don't need to scratch again.  I don't care if the blue-winged olive hatch rivals the plague of the locusts. For the record, it didn't.  Even the olives had enough sense to stay in out of the snow.





Fishing in the rain?  Did that too.  Don't need to do that again either (unless I'm steelhead fishing in Alaska).   Lets just say that the novelty of being miserable wore off long ago.
So, on to fairer days.....






Today was a beauty.  It was dead calm when I arrived.  The sun had yet to hit the valley floor.  When it did, the wind kicked in.  Immediately.  Absolute…

Worth the Walk

I took a little hike last week.  Twice.  The first, a shakedown walk of sorts to test the legs.  My expectations were to only get a mile or two up the trail.  But, the snowline had retreated hastily, the trail was clear.  I arrived to find a thawed lake, sans fly rod.  Two days later I returned packing fishing gear.  

The fishing?  Well, slow.  I got a few, but had to work for them.   They were surprisingly spooky already.  A bead head prince got a couple, the rest liked a soft hackle.  Pretty fish all.  Well worth the hike.


Never Enough

Another winter season on the spring is coming to a close.  This would be an all day trip.  I wanted to squeeze as much out of the day as possible.  The day got off to a frosty start.  No messing around today, I decided to forego usual fire starting ritual and dressed outside. Did I say that it was chilly?  And, the temp continued dropping while I was rigging.  The old fingers were a bit frozen and clubby by the time that I was ready to go.  Now,  I'd packed a bunch of those instant warming packets for years.  Yesterday, I finally gave one a try. Tucked into my wader hand warmer pouch, my fingers were at least comfortably thawed by the time I reached my chosen fishing spot.



I waited a bit for the sun to creep down the west facing slopes and into the valley.  Once it did, it didn't take long for the morning to warm.  Midges would be the main item on the fish menu. Well, at least that was what I was serving.  A nice cutthroat came to the net right off the bat. Then a nice rainbo…

A Few Casts

Twenty-six inside the fisherman's hut when I arrived yesterday (it was seven on the pass and icy as hell).  So, a few sticks in the barrel stove were in order.  There was no need to hurry, it would be awhile before the sun burned off the frost and the bugs got going.  No matter, I was rigged and ready for the anticipated midges.  Blue wings?  Well we'd have to see.
I heard a vehicle pull up.  It was Satoshi Yamamoto. Angler, guide, and all around nice guy.  Our paths had crossed over the past few years but we'd never had a chance to visit much.  This morning we caught up a bit.  I won't rehash the conversation, but he has a great blog with lots of useful fishing info (http://leftyangler.blogspot.com).  His personal bio is quite interesting too. And, I was most pleased when Satoshi graciously allowed me to take a few photos of him fishing.



Once it warmed, the morning turned into a stunner.  No wind, fish rising.  Just pinch me.
I walked back to the hut and retrieved my…

March 30

That a size twenty-two hook can hold a fish is remarkable.  How does such a small hook stick to the corner of the fish's mouth or tip of its snout?  Even more remarkable is that 7X tippet can hold up against the frantic stop and go runs of a fish.  And then, perhaps the biggest miracle of all is being able to attach the barely visible leader to said fly.
Today would be heavenly.  Seventy degrees.  In March. And for once, the wind was not commensurate with the temperature.
Fish were dimpling.  But not taking on the surface.  Close though, a tail or back would show. Today, something small, suspended barely, would be the ticket.  



With a long leader, I need some sort of indicator fly to clue me in on the location of the main fly.  Something small, with a dab of fluorescence for a post works ok.  Sometimes the fish eat it too, but usually its the dropper that they take.





The morning was most productive.  Browns.  Rainbows.  A few cutthroats too.  Sometimes they like what you're se…