Today I fished the Big Water. In an attempt to keep Her golden treasures concealed, She hit me with brutal westerlies and cloudless skies. Bathed in warm sunshine and accompanied by the sound of rustling alder, I smiled as I watched trout dimple on chironomids in a sheltered pool. September…
Last night's rain had resulted in a day of dog walks and fly tying. The water table is so high at the moment you could spit and there'd be a flood. Yesterday, however, was a good day. Yesterday I was able to cast dry flies. Nothing targeted (as nothing was…
I spot her from atop a bridge, mouth white and gills flaring as she feeds on ascending Heptagenids. Every once in awhile she rises, targeting one of the hundreds of thousands of midge trapped in the surface film above her position. This is my world. Thirty-something minutes getting into position,…