Baetis, caddis, stones are doing the heavy lifting. Days are either non-stop action or super slow with little in between. The rainbows have redds out so watch your wading.
Spring is here on our calendars, though it's been here on our thermometers for six weeks already. Local reports are saying that the last "major" system pulled the nails out of the coffin for this summer but comparing flows to last year doesn't give me much relief. A few pictures from recent stops on the "T":
It took me several years to overcome my resistance to fly-fishing. In the end, it wasn't gear or access to great water that kept me from fly fishing earlier in my life. It was the prospect of starting over. I remember the day I realized that a skilled fly-fisherman could out-fish a skilled lure guy any day of the week. That's when this hollow ache started in my gut. I was going back to the drawing board.
This past week, I felt that same visceral heavy feeling rise up in me while out with Doug Ouellette. Doug's a knowledgeable and personable guide and a generous friend so I welcome any chance to get out there with him. Even when Doug's not teaching, he's teaching.
Though we both got into some good fish, his short-line nymphing was
clearly obviously slightly superior that day to the hardware I was throwing under my indo-rig. He pulled a whole school of fish out from a run I covered first with my favorite stone and baetis combo. If you look closely, you can see Doug's signature "Sweet Pea" hanging out of the rainbow's mouth below.
Admittedly, it's a further leap from a spinning rod to a fly rod, than from an indo-rig to short-lining but it still requires a reset. I suppose if you want to move along in this journey we find ourselves in, you can't buy a house on one approach. Best to rent a while and keep moving.