I wrote last time after a mediocre outing on how fly fishing can be unpredictable: some days are great, some are meh, and most are in-between. Well, today was pretty darn good! I fished a half day, rising early and hitting the river as soon as I could. Immediately, I could see the river had
Category: Brown Trout
Grinding
This past weekend’s fishing outing was arduous: 15 hours door-to-door, very few rises, and not much fish activity. View this post on Instagram A post shared by BlogFlyFish.com (@blogflyfish) I tightlined a favorite run and landed a few browns and a brookie on a size 18 Pheasant Tail and a small Sulphur nymph, about which
Mr. Big on a Dry
After quite a few hours of casting with only one take to show for it (the fish rubbed me off on structure), I put down my rod and took off my chest pack. I sat on a rock and just watched the river’s endless gurgles and flows. I was thinking of going home. Some days,
A Marathon Day
I didn’t expect to drive over six hours, hit a few rivers in a few states, and come home late. But, there I was. View this post on Instagram A post shared by BlogFlyFish.com (@blogflyfish) The morning session started slow. Midges were everywhere, but there were no rises. I tightlined one of my favorite runs