Of Browns and Beetles
A few weeks back, I fished a small creek that wound lazily through a meadow. Once in a great while a fish would rise. It wasn't a feeding frenzy. I had no clue as to what they were taking. There were no winged insects. Couldn't see much of anything drifting in stream either. I remembered reading "When in doubt, use a beetle", courtesy of Mike Lawson.
So I stripped off some line, measured my cast and sent the beetle on it's way. A couple of funky drifts and I figured out the current. A fish rose again. Out went another cast. The fish took. A nice little brown. I got three more out of that little run. Clearly, they liked the beetle.
It's a simple tie. I used whatever material was available. In this case, a dubbed body of peacock ice dub, some black electronics foam packing, black flashabou for legs, orange post for visability.
This version is a low rider. Even with a short line, it was a $#%h? to see. When a fish rose wherever I thought the fly to be, I struck. Invariably something had taken the beetle.
I hunted heads for the next couple of hours. Most were willing to take the beetle. It was a nice productive, instructive evening.
This winter, I'll have to reengineer the fly with I strobe light or something to enhance its visibility.