Meanderings

Stalking trout with dry flies. Floating, wading, and camping along the rivers. Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. Winter trips to Mexico.



Jul 13, 2017

Last Hurrah-Still 640cfs

Hot and sunny.  No clouds lately to speak of.  Its a morning PMD spinner fall with a flav here and there, caddis most of the day, and a mythical evening bite that doesn't really happen until the sun is down.  Then they go nuts when you can't see your fly.  Evenings have been a zoo lately too.  But the mornings, yeah, the last two were good enough to last into early afternoon.  This morning I had eats on 5 different flies.  "It ain't the fly!"  But the flav is what most wanted the most.  Softy or spinner.  Some ate both.  I excelled at having big mouths eat my fly, lifting, and groaning at yet more dead air.  Sounded like Don a lot!  "AAAGGHHHHH!"  Followed by the usual F-word whispered loudly to myself.  It's the Henry's Fork.
Still a very few around
 
Fish still going after the ABC partridge and green (Already Been Chewed)
 
Still good
 
Billboard pool
 
 
 
 
Best sittin' rock around the logjam.  Even has a submerged foot stool!
 
 
 
NOT the same fish as above, despite similar gill plate wounds.
 
#18 KJ caddis got lots of love. It ain't #18 season yet, dammit.
 
 
 

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