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.  Absolutely amazing.  It couldn't wait five minutes?

So I swapped leaders.  There was no need for a long one.  Something short and manageable would do.  I fished a short leash too, maybe three feet from the dreaded Thingamaboober to the bottom fly. 

For the record, nymphing works.  It's a deadly technique, rivaled only by drowning a nightcrawler.  You've heard the saying "show me the money"?  Well, for fish, it's "show me the nymph". 

So, I showed them the nymph(s).  The fish ate.  Moby showed up too....







I quit for lunch at eleven, as much to rest my eyes from the light, as to grab a bite to eat.  Who'd have thought that catching fish causes migraines?

Better after an hour break.  I again swapped leaders.  Comparadun and emerger time, I hoped.

But, there wasn't much doing, the wind was still blowing.

Early in the afternoon, I finally had a dry fly eat.  Wouldn't you know it?  I looked away from the fly for a moment, and, when I looked back, it was gone!  I waited all this time and then I missed the take.

Got the fish though.

And, that was enough for one day.  Easter Sunday.   A ham was waiting at home.  Maybe a piece of pie too.

So, a fine day, in spite of the wind.  Blue sky, warm.  Plenty of cooperative fish. 

I saw a few wayward olives. 

Some midges. 

And, the first caddis sighting!  A little guy, but he still counts.

And, as April nears.....

Blue winged olives.......  Soon!  Please.... 






My dry flies are still waiting.







The dogs are waiting too.........





Comments

  1. Les: Funny post. Nice fish. Great dog (s) pic all stretched out on deck. Yes, weather has been all over the place. Springtime in the Rockies! Rising fish this weekend on my local tailwater river...all whitefish! Kind of entertaining and good practice for what is to come.
    bob

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    1. Hi Bob, normal springtime conditions as per usual. Interesting how conditions vary from year to year though. Last year the midges were pretty heavy by late March. So far this year, virtually zip. They're usually quite visible drifting in the current as they do prior to hatching.

      Whitefish better than no fish. They eat and pull, and as you say good practice too! I'm sure there's a big rainbow with your name on it waiting for you on that tailwater......

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    2. Lester
      I find as I get older I want things comfortable and easy. I can remember when I would brave cold, rain and some of the hottest humid days on the water here in Alabama; but age put the skids to all that a few years ago. Now I am content to land a few trout sit on a boulder on the Sipsey and rest a bit, and analyze what my next move would be to fool a trout or two. I was on the Sipsey Friday and spent all of two hours in one spot, which was an easy trip. Hope you get some takes on your trip with those dries. Thanks for sharing

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    3. Bill, you should have been a mailman! Braving cold, rain, heat, humidity, locusts...etc. Only kidding. I'm with you, I don't care for the heat either. Comfort is way underrated. Thanks for the visit.

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  2. Nice photos of a transitional period on the stream. Yes, fishing the extreme times isn't all it's cracked up to be. I've fished in a blizzard and I've fished in a hurricane (albeit in NY) to check on the possibilities and, believe me, I don't need to do that again. You did well, and made the right charge!

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    1. I'm sure you've endured some exquisite conditions on the stream too Walt. There's lots of things we try, once, and that's enough!

      As for the nymphs? Sometimes I have to break down and catch a fish. Or several..... Thanks Walt.

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  3. Those pups have the right idea..snow and fishing..one and done..

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    1. They're already practicing for a summers worth of backyard lounging. Thanks Mike.

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