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 …
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 …