It only took forty years, but I finally did it. I drove to Island Park, Idaho and, instead of just looking at the water, I wet my line in the storied Henry's Fork. Known for tremendous insect hatches, it's regarded as some of the finest dry fly water in existence. It's a spring creek, a very big one at that. A hundred yards wide in many places. Size wise, it's quite a change from the Paradise Valley spring creeks that I'm accustomed to fishing.
I started off by getting a day pass to access Harriman State Park (available at park headquarters). Then, wanting to fish the middle section of the ranch, I backtracked and parked at the appropriate access point along the highway. From there, a pleasant mile long morning walk along an old ranch road led me to the fabled waters. It was quite a sight.
Bugs were starting to hatch when I walked up to the stream. I can't say that it was a huge hatch though. A few clouds of tricos, some blue-winged olives, a very few …
I started off by getting a day pass to access Harriman State Park (available at park headquarters). Then, wanting to fish the middle section of the ranch, I backtracked and parked at the appropriate access point along the highway. From there, a pleasant mile long morning walk along an old ranch road led me to the fabled waters. It was quite a sight.
Bugs were starting to hatch when I walked up to the stream. I can't say that it was a huge hatch though. A few clouds of tricos, some blue-winged olives, a very few …