#133 45 overcast to sunny
I was hoping that a couple of days of gloomy weather would kick the bwos into high gear. I left home in the rain with the anticipation of arriving just as the worst of the weather passed. I had tied up some emerger patterns and I put the #24 barr's and #20 sippers on the threaders in the C&F box. Then I finished gearing up with some layers as it was 20 degrees cooler than the last time I was here.
I hiked on in, stopping at a deep run to study the water, it was running clear and there were several fish hitting the surface. You might say, "Things are looking up".
I looked at the redds and watched a dominate fish chase all other away from a female that was holding steady.
I looked at the next riffle and didn't see too much activity, so I went on down where I saw a good number of fish working the hatch.
I had some early success catching some punes with the bwo parachute that was already on the rod, but I wanted to try one of the new emergers that I had tied. I went to open my vest pocket, Oh, crap. I left the fly box in the car. Now I was a mile down the river with only one fly. Damn. I briefly entertained the idea of hiking out to get it. That thought evaporated and I continued to fish with my one fly brining in a handful of picky punes.
The sun was coming out and the fish were slowing down all too soon. I began to work my way out and caught several more at the first run before things shut down completely.
Fly box was right where I left it...
ex "I'm not going to live with you through one more fishing season!"
me "There's a season???"
I wish there were more people here that put up the type of quality shit you do. Been feeshn' lately? - Ryan