I had just made it to the MO 10 days ago when a family emergency pulled me back home. I drove 10 hours on no sleep. I had been purposely avoiding the place because it's so good and it's hard to go anywhere else afterwards. The crisis is over and I head north once again with two nice warm days remaining in the weekly forecast. Last Chance it is, in more ways than one.
The afternoon I arrive its blowing and feels a little cool. I manage a few smaller fish on baetis, but no takers on the winged beetle that they loved a year ago. Too windy to present it right? Probably. There's baetis on the water, but I struggle to turn over the tippet in the wind, even with it cut in half.
The next morning with the sun shining bright and no wind, I tie on the beetle and proceed to feed. They eat it all day. Some really nice ones. It's the day I came for.
Overnight it clouds up a little, and there's even some very early morning showers that stop around sunrise. The day remains partly cloudy, but the hatch is lighter and there are fewer targets than yesterday. I manage a couple good eats at the jam, and a couple more down at millionaires in the evening.
My preference is still for the sunny and calm! Apparently the fish and bugs think so too. These last two days might be the last two really warm ones in this neck of the woods until June. Snow in the forecast starting tomorrow night, so I'm headed to lower elevation and latitude. The MO once again alludes me. Maybe I should have gone earlier when I had the chance.
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She's low, that's for sure. |
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Really low, and clear too! |
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Damn low. |
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Something about it, in a size 10 on 3x no less! |
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