The holiday weekend is over, so might as well! Forty-five minutes away. It's late July, and as I descend down to the parking lot at 7:30, there's one, count 'em 1, lone other car in the lot. The trail up river is empty, and I pass the other angler half way to my destination knowing I have the whole river to myself. The boat ramp is 6 1/2 miles up river, crowded with guides followed by splash and giggle rafts that won't reach me until I'm done. There's a riser or two as I walk up, but I never see any bugs. Nearly all the fish I target eat one fly or another.
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She's fully green |
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Forest fire smoke really blocked the sun for the first half of the morning. |
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This pool is always full of trout and a few risers. |
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Sometimes. Should have went to it earlier. |
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Some other times, and some long-follow refusals. The fish here love to nose bigger flies for several feet of drift. |
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And a few on this fly that originated right here, so they say. |
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They're skinnier than their Beaverhead Valley cousins. This is a less-fertile tailwater. |
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It became sunny and bright late morning. |
Beautiful looking river...
ReplyDeleteHello, beautiful water. What are the names of the flys used here? Joey from Canada
ReplyDeleteEmerger is a Mole or Shuttlecock depending on what you want to call it. Black terrestrial is a Winged Beetle. Purple one is a local creation called a Triple Double.
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