One week, one fly, two feet

multipsheds

I just spent a week fishing in my region. Most of the summer I have been a weekend angler. It was nice to be off work and stretch several river days together. I fish better when I have more time. I also tend to stop and take more photos while roaming around searching for trout.

dishill

sheepreel-1

I had one cloud covered rainy day and a strong hatch of tiny olives, and a few larger ones, occurred. The trout were mainly on emergers. I fished a few different dangling fly patterns with some success. The key word is, “some”. That was the easiest day.

foamfly

emerger pattern, foam post for flotation, hook bent out by trout

 

 

bwofish

caught on olive emerger pattern

 

bwoflat

blue winged olive flat

drksideshed

The other days were full sun and therefore much more challenging. A few were calm, most were quite breezy. There were still some bugs around but not a lot. The rises were infrequent with the bright sky. And when they did occur they were real subtle. Just spotting the faint sips was an accomplishment. I often had to listen for signs of surface feeding on the blinding sun glazed flats. Most of the good trout located were hovering in just inches of water. It’s my favorite type of angling. In skinny water you have to be “sneakier than sneaky” in order to fool them. Mistakes are rarely tolerated… few second chances. To make things even more challenging the trout were generally only feeding on tiny stuff. Time flew by. Hours seemed like minutes. Relaxing? No. Engrossing? Yes. Fun? Yes.

anglebow

hills

broadside

2sheds

framed-tree

On another river I used the sun and elevation when possible to my advantage in order to spot fish in the shallows. Then I’d drop down, choose my approach and try to fool them.

mt-snow

snow in the mountains

 

perfectrees

 

murky-fish

All week I casted olives when they were around, and fed beetles and ants to located trout when there was no hatch. While roaming around I found some old sheds; hiked some smooth wind sculpted hills; took pictures of small trees ( prairie bonsai) which always attract attention in the stark terrain; and caught a few wonderful trout. I also met a sheep herder taking a nap in the shade of my Jetta. He’s an old friend. Every year without fail we run into each other riverside.

One week, one fly, two feet…

 

sheep-herder

tailhold

 

murkyside

palm-tree

downstreamclif

dist-river

beetle

beetle pattern

head

 

sheepherd

great Pyrenees herder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “One week, one fly, two feet

  1. Les: Thanks for stopping in. Just posted on your Silver Creek visit. Last week was good here. This week I’m either being blown off the river or humbled by the baetis hatch: went thru ever emerger in my box; complete rejection; felt like tossing my rod in the river, ” you win”.
    bob

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