A Good Day
"I wondered for quite a while about the fascination of fly fishing. Why is it that I can wade into a stream at 10 in the morning, look at my watch in a "couple"of hours, and find out that it's late in the afternoon"........by Gene Hill from A Listening Walk and other stories.
Today was such a day, albeit I started a little earlier and ended earlier in order to escape the heat. It was one of those days when I couldn't quite decide what to do. Inertia is unacceptable, so I started loading gear into the car. I figured that four fly rods should do nicely. I could have taken more, but every man has his limits.
I ended up on the Madison. My intent was to stop briefly, do a quick recon of a fishing access site, and continue on to the upper part of the river. I never left.
I started fiddling with my camera and took a few photos of flies. Satisfied, I pulled on waders and selected an old fiberglass fly rod that I built some 35 years ago. To it I attached a simple click type reel.
The river was in fine shape. Fish were rising in the first run. I sat in the grass and watched their occasional splashy rises. Looking at my waders I noted two tiny mayflies drying themselves. Tricos. Well, I had none in my fly box so I tied on a small Stimulator. A fish doesn't know what he wants until he sees it. I hoped to convince them that this fly was it.
Continuing upstream I found no more rising fish. It was time to switch tactics. I pulled off the 12 foot leader, which by the way, was cast quite nicely by the seven and a half foot fiberglass rod, and replaced it with one that was shorter and heavier. To this I attached a small conehead muddler. The fish found this to their liking.
Against one deep bank I hooked no less than half a dozen noteworthy browns. Only, I couldn't hold them. The hook pulled free on each. It was barbless, and sharp as the dickens. I can't figure out why those fish came off. Sometimes they just do.
Many small rainbows later, a good fish took, jumped, and peeled line from the reel. I was afraid that that this one would come unbuttoned too, but the hook stayed attached to the fish. After a spirited fight, and after wishing for longer arms, I netted the fish, a fine deep bodied rainbow.
|like a small steelhead, well almost...|