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.
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| Bank Feeders |
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| Of Course |
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| A few ate it! |
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| All the way up in the afternoon |
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| Just enough |
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| Cheating, but they loved it |
Nice!!! I need to do more of that fishing for "forage" myself.
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