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.
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| Still a very few around |
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| Fish still going after the ABC partridge and green (Already Been Chewed) |
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| Still good |
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| Billboard pool |
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| Best sittin' rock around the logjam. Even has a submerged foot stool! |
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| NOT the same fish as above, despite similar gill plate wounds. |
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| #18 KJ caddis got lots of love. It ain't #18 season yet, dammit. |
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