Planned to listen to Buckwheat Zydeco ils sont partis band in the evening so I drove on up to the local pune stream for a little fishing. Little is the key word on this stream which is overpopulated with stunted browns. Despite very little bug activity, they were willing to rise to the dry fly.
I didn’t realize that a name tag was included on the shirt.
But perhaps this NB verity pack tells the story.
A snad my son brought back from his travels.
Wheel Bug nymph on Rose of Sharon.
Catch a few punes, drink a beer, rinse and repeat.
Smells of a hint on cherry, taste with a hint of almonds, not their best IMHO.
You can hear them a few seconds before then come over the tree line. Quick action got the shot of the osprey before in made a run up the valley to the damn dam.
Drove on back, cleaned up and drove to the concert venue, only to discover that it had been rained out, so off to the bar to plan the next day trip.
While drinking a pint of Gibb’s Blind Man’s Holiday Pale Ale, the Slimy Hooker texted in. We couldn’t agree on a plan but I needed to tie up some flies, so I got the vice out of the CR-V and went to work.
Hit the high country and was surprised at the temps…
River wasn’t too crowed and I got there just in time for the pulse to stir up some activity. I was expecting sulfurs, they didn’t come off in any great numbers. I did spot some big fish pushing an estimated 20 to 22 inches working midges in the slack water on the far side of the current. I stalked and worked them for an hour or more without any success and finally put them down for good.
This about sums up the day so far.
New mallard family.
Hooked and LDRed a couple of fatty rainbows before getting into punes, I could have opted for a small stream closer to home or even move upstream to look for bugs, but I stuck it out, waiting hopelessly for a hatch.
But there was beer and snads and I enjoyed sitting around in the afternoon as evening approached.
Still nothing on the water and I was getting ready to call it quits when the evening pulse hit and I tied on a streamer. Hot damn, a decent brown of about 18” hit the fly.
Long drive home, got there with a few minutes left in the day.