After the U-turn of 603 miles from Wolf Creek Bridge back to home last Saturday, and a little re-booting, I headed north again this morning. Stopped at the creek on the way up for a quick walk through. No bugs, but it was all before noon. Skies were cloudy enough, and wind was tolerable, but just a few smaller fish mysteriously rising. Never saw any of the giants.
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| She looked good! |
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| Still a ton of weeds |
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| Had a couple working here and took one |
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| Only fly I tried |
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| Nobody home in the hog hole. A bunch of brookies at the top of it. ??? |
So I headed up over the rim, past the Roosevelt fire, and down into Jackson and Flat Creek. It was raining with lightning so I had to wait until late afternoon before making it to the creek. When I got there, there were a few nice fish working a bank, and I mean ON the bank. Less than an inch. I spent the whole evening fishing to them, and was taken right to school. I did get two of the three to eat, but never hooked up on them. Had a couple more fish in the middle of the creek eat, with the same result. Not sure what they were eating, but all I could see was midges, and a BWO every 30 seconds or so. But they were up and doing it on the midges!
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| Ready to go! |
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| They were on that left bank in the slower current. I had to stand on the point on the right and cast across. |
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| To get the eats, I had to pull the Harrop Midge card, the tiny one. |
Now I'm back on the Fork. The wind is ripping, of course.
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