It could be coincidence, but I’ve had good luck throwing Sulphur Cripple patterns. This weekend, a brown almost at 19″ took one. Last month, a 20″ brown ate one as well. (Blog posts here and here.) Even when it doesn’t work, the pattern gets a lot of looks. Both times, I fished the flies on a
Author: Jo Tango
The Shallows
The river was chock full of anglers when I arrived at 7 am. Not every spot was taken: just the ones I wanted to fish. I fished the B water, working my way around anglers. A tightliner above me did well, fishing heavy flies. Relegated to skinny water, I focused on dries. I started with
More Euro Dry-Dropper Work
It doesn’t make sense to drive four hours to fish for four hours. Not much of fly fishing makes sense to non-anglers: the long drives, the early wake-up times, the incorrigible obsessions with fly-pattern details, water flows, and bug hatches. But to devout anglers, it all makes absolute sense. View this post on Instagram A
A Magic Fly (for Today)
It was a tale of two halves today on the river. With forecast for rain and some potential lightning, I in the end decided to go for it and arrived early at the water, only to find absolutely no action. I didn’t see many bugs, and I couldn’t get any reactions from the fish. By