Four days and Four nights. Only short breaks. A quick afternoon of some PMD's. A short morning of fewer PMD's. Lots of wind and rain. Never seen it for this long, this steady. Drought? What's wrong with droughts? I've had some of my best fishing of my life right smack in the middle of the worst droughts in half a century.
It has been kinda comical watching all these "studs," the regulars, come and go in and out of the river and parking lot. They arrive all excited, in their normal parking spots, and go through a damn 30-minute (or more) ritual of "wadering up", stringing their rods, fucking with leaders, and a host of other assorted activities to be ready for the big dance. Down to the water they go, all tough and dedicated in their latest high tech rain jackets. Then comes the wind and harder rain, and a scampering back to the fishing vehicles they go. Undress, leave, return, and repeat. There ain't been shit for hatches except for a couple afternoons for a couple hours of PMD's. Rumor has it there were drakes at Osborne opening afternoon, but "the fish weren't on 'em."
I went into the Park yesterday afternoon. Cold, rainy, and no bugs on the Maddy. DQ is closed forever in West. Good thing they got Blue Ribbon Flies and cheaper gas than Idaho.
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