The rivers are high and dirty (run-off) so we fished the ponds which were low and clear. It was all sight-fishing with the predominantly blue sky above. We caught some on small terrestrials but did better targeting cruising trout with tiny nymphs. It was mesmerizing to watch them carefully inspect our minuscule offerings as we quietly encouraged them to eat. Most refused. A few were fooled. The ponds…
photo by roman
trout released, photo by roman
photo by roman
River levels are dropping. Most are pretty clear. Insects are hatching and trout are starting to rise. Long days. Feels like summer…
Snow storm; crowsnest river; old coal cart; and dog…
coal cart planter
Getting them to stand still for a picture was challenging but they eventually cooperated…
Wall of an old collapsed power house along Gold Creek near Lille, Alberta. The creek holds rainbows, native cutthroat and some brook trout.
My Oh My! October was a tough month. The most challenging one I can remember. Usually it is an outstanding time to be on the river. Some of the best fishing of the year. No such luck this Autumn. There were few BIG blue winged olives around. It was mainly just the small guys: size 20, 22, and smaller…the size of mosquitoes…no, miniature mosquitoes.
Finding rising fish was also a challenge. I searched and searched. I drove from favorite river to river. My local water simply didn’t produce. It was hard to find a target.
abby on home water
calm morning on side channel
So I headed to the Missouri river (the Mo). I usually fish it in late October early November. Often it serves up a sensational BIG olive hatch around the time the World Series is on. However, like my local water, the Mo was tough going. Just the mini olives were out and not that many of them. Finding surface feeders was like trying to get a rally going in the World Series. Hits were few and far between. It was a low score game. I kind of suspected it was going to be a challenge as the fishing reports from the banks of the Mo weren’t clear. They were cloudy. They were nebulous…they were cumulus nebulous!
So, I walked around a lot, took some photos and persevered. I lowered my expectations. With the fast ball pitcher on the mound throwing at 100 mph I didn’t try to hit it out of the park. I shortened my swing and just tried to make contact. I eventually caught a few good rainbows on tiny dries; a simple little hackle pattern, clipped on the bottom to ride low…a half hackle. A photo of it turned out blurry. As I said October has been a tough month.
Looks like the season is done. Someone’s dimming the lights but I’m not ready to go home. I’m going to have to book a winter angling trip somewhere…
beautiful anglers path
railway path along the Missouri
early morning craig, montana
riverside deer prints
another side channel
The elements have been conspiring against the dry fly angler. The wind has been nasty. This past weekend it was howling. And the bugs…where have they gone? Maybe they’ve blown east to Saskatchewan or Manitoba , or even further, maybe Quebec. That’s where they’ve gone. They’re in Quebec. The blue winged olive may flies are congregating in some street side café, speaking French and discussing political affairs, and wondering what the hell is going on south of the border!
Some SW Alberta landscape photos, dog and a rainbow.
The wind last week was brutal, especially if you like fishing in open terrain as I do. I got lucky on a couple of days as a low front came in and it rained. Some blue winged olives and mahogany may flies made an appearance on my local tailwater, the Oldman river. Just about all of the fish were focused on emergers (eating just subsurface); few actually took on top. My standard dangling patterns weren’t very successful but I caught a few. I also connected with some fish in just inches of water on a terrestrial pattern I tie and call: the flat black ant.
Here some photos of old buildings taken on sunny days and brown trout caught when the weather turned bad and the fishing was good.
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abby in the wind
river valley old homestead