Not too many bugs on the water yesterday. A few clouds of Tricos midmorning. Then, a brief sparse spinner fall brought fish to the surface in one run. A half dozen fish cruised the run, lazily sucking in the tiny spinners. On a quiet morning, you could hear the fish smacking their lips. I just love the sound of a happily feeding fish. They weren't easy though. I continually reinforce the fact that fish in low clear water are exceptionally spooky. The flash of a fly line is death. Make a cast and the fish stop feeding. Guess what? Game over. Then the wait starts. Maybe they'll come back and resume dining. In a few minutes, or fifteen. I got one real nice one, on of all things, a small parachute Adams.
It was a great eat, followed by the usual anxious moments. A small fly, attached to 6X, attached to a fish headed downstream, attached to an angler mired waist deep in midstream muck. I wondered if the fish would stop. Then, would I be able to get it back? I d…
It was a great eat, followed by the usual anxious moments. A small fly, attached to 6X, attached to a fish headed downstream, attached to an angler mired waist deep in midstream muck. I wondered if the fish would stop. Then, would I be able to get it back? I d…