Last week it was time for another quick road trip. Wanting to check out the brown drake hatch, I tried to get to Silver Creek earlier. They came and went. I didn't.
So, another good looking weather window opened. An opportunity to chase clear water, do a little camping. My tent erecting skills needed the practice.
The best thing about Silver Creek is getting there at sunrise and listening to the birds. I love watching the hills and valley light up with the first morning rays. Besides, what else is a guy supposed to do when he gets up at 4:30 and drinks all of the coffee?
First morning. Blue-winged olives. A smattering of PMD's. There was a flight of what looked to be white miller caddis like those seen on the Firehole in Yellowstone.
Fish? Loads of little ones. Most chased the white miller. A few on the olive. Best fish of the morning was a brown that mouthed a small rainbow. One credible brown ate the olive but it came loose when it rolled and I couldn't …
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…
In between rain drops, a spur of the moment road trip to scratch the fishing itch. Our local rivers are flooding. Angling options are few. With dam discharges on the Bighorn temporarily curtailed to a fishable 6000 c.f.s. this presented a brief window of fishing opportunity.
The reward for making the drive?
Midges, blue-winged olives and brown trout. Enough to keep this dry fly fisher happy.