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 pick up slack quick enough.
Not wanting to catch the little ones, I decided not to cast unless I identified a decent fish. So, I didn't cast.
This became my mantra, except that I ended up watching the habits and peculiarities of lots of little ones.........
I did see one good brown swim by. I hoped that he would post up against a bank that I'd been watching. He never showed again. I figured that he just kept on going. Maybe he was looking for a shot at a small rainbow. Maybe a big ugly streamer would have been in order. But that didn't seem quite right. On a spring creek?