One Traditional Fly (1830 cfs)

Cloudy.  Windy at times.  2:00 hatch.  Fish up. One fly.  Here's why.

This is how it started!

The only fly I tied on all afternoon.  It caught, and caught, and caught.

Even some "Bows today.

Glass smooth downstream presentations with the wind blowing down.

The "PHD" channel was challenging.  Cloud cover let it happen.

"Splashdown" rock even yielded a fish or two

This flat boiled whenever the wind stopped

One More Time

I needed to get a couple of fish I didn't get two days ago.  You know, it's just unfinished business.  Same place, different flies, different day, lighter hatch, less wind, warmer.  I couldn't take a decent fish picture today to save my life.  Cold water, lost grips, shitty angles, stirring up silt, just poor execution.  I kinda gave up on that, but fishing and catching was ok.

Tried to do a good deed and return a lost bottle of floatant to an upstream angler, and it kinda backfired.  Oh well, I stayed on the high road, and got the last chuckle catching the "uncatchable" fish from the "uncatchable" angle as the guy stood upstream of me at the head of the riffle, with his arms folded like I did something wrong.  I fished straight upstream, inches from the bank, in 6 inches of water.  It worked. The Brits do it too. 

Killer on the Mo, worked here too.

Worked as a BWO emerger too

March at Home (1770 cfs)

Its been a whole year since I fished the trout-filled river that's my "home water" by definition.  It's a winter thing, and I've been busy or unable most of the winter.  In addition, the water has been at 2,800 cfs, about twice my liking.  Now it is down during the day, so back to the familiar water, the familiar run, with the familiar flies.  A little bit of adjusting after two weeks of tarpon fishing, but like riding a bike, it came back quick.  "Forage," my friend Don calls 'em, but when the forage is foraging on top to midges and baetis, I still like fishing to the forage.  More than like it, it's a part of me, and a necessary part of my existence.

The wind blew constantly 5-10 straight upstream, so all the fishing was upstream, right over the fish.  Greased leader and all, no problems.  Midges were sparse, as were risers, until the BWO's started up around 1 pm.  It was steady action from there despite clear skies and constant wind.  Just like it usually is, and is supposed to be.  Fairly easy and therapeutic.  There were a few I couldn't get to eat, but that is a good thing too.  They entertained me for quite some time.

Bank Feeders

Of Course

A few ate it!

All the way up in the afternoon

Just enough

Cheating, but they loved it