Up and down. So go the river levels. It's absolutely confounding. Between the rain, runoff from snowmelt and dam releases, fishing conditions change, every day.
It was eighty-eight degrees early one evening last week. I usually dread the heat. But, since a guy doesn't know how many trips around the sun he has left, I went anyway. The river had dropped to around 2400 c.f.s. Wading is possible at that level, one can nibble around the edges. If lucky, I thought that I might find a few rising fish. Maybe a few caddis too. They like warm weather.
Shuffling my way through the grass, I stirred up some caddis. Like hoppers, they were up and right back down into the safety of the grass. Like me, they were waiting for the wind to die down.
I found a bit of soft water and settled in to watch. At 7:30 the caddis dance began.
And, soon after, a few fish began to show their noses. I tied on a nine foot leader, which, after fishing a fourteen or sixteen footer was quite a c…
It was eighty-eight degrees early one evening last week. I usually dread the heat. But, since a guy doesn't know how many trips around the sun he has left, I went anyway. The river had dropped to around 2400 c.f.s. Wading is possible at that level, one can nibble around the edges. If lucky, I thought that I might find a few rising fish. Maybe a few caddis too. They like warm weather.
Shuffling my way through the grass, I stirred up some caddis. Like hoppers, they were up and right back down into the safety of the grass. Like me, they were waiting for the wind to die down.
I found a bit of soft water and settled in to watch. At 7:30 the caddis dance began.
And, soon after, a few fish began to show their noses. I tied on a nine foot leader, which, after fishing a fourteen or sixteen footer was quite a c…