Extra Innings

It wasn't raining, or hailing, or blowing for a while this evening, a rarity during this so-called summer of 2019.  There have been very few evening bite opportunities.  After my afternoon break, nap, and a sandwich, I drove down to Eva's about 5:30, where I found one guy leaving and nobody else around.  There were fish up and doin' it.  I proceeded to work my way down the heart of the run, hooked-up e all the way down! A mythical evening bite, just for DJL in Durango!

I got one pass through to the point, and then some wind and lightning blew over the mountain.  After a quick 20-minute time-out, I proceeded into the sweet spot again, this time with somebody above and below me.  Long story short, one ended up on the overlook bench watching how I cast, and the other wanted to know what I was using three times!  I left him a couple of Harrop Cripples.  One can only share so much, and he's been here hollering for days.  (Mr. "splash" from New York with the convertible Mustang who was fishing and tromping around Armstrong's)

Fishin' was easy, they couldn't resist that tiny little #20 dead-drifting Depuy's Hanger.  Appropriate given the fact this is the run where I first developed the fly that I call by that name.  After the sun went behind the mountain, they ate the dry soft-hackle great too.  Probably the fastest fishing I've had in the 6 days on the creeks.  Not probably, for sure.  What is it with these last days someplace?  Tomorrow I move, explore, and rest the back for a bit. 

Just some representative porn:

Tough life or a close call on its noggin'

Yellowstone Cutthroat--That makes it an evening slam thing!