It’s a First World Problem, I know, but, it was six weeks with no fishing. You too may know the feeling and the circumstances: a bit of Angler’s Ennui as holiday, family and work obligations filled the calendar. And, the Arctic freeze didn’t help. Don’t get me wrong. It is good to be involved with
Sometimes, I decide to fish but am not sure where. I just drive. On Saturday, I left the house before dawn with multiple fly rods in the car. I wasn’t sure if I would go to the Farmington or the Swift and, instead, just drove west. I do that sometimes. I wait and see which
I fished the Swift last Saturday with Alex Bagdonas. We started at the Pipe, where we ran into Jo. Early on, I took several bows nymphing with zebra midges. As the air temperatures warmed and fish started rising, I took more on a swung soft-hackle-and-midge set up, mostly brookies. Although all fish took the midge,
I had a plan on Saturday. It didn’t work! I arrived in the morning at the Swift Hatchery Pipe Toilet Bowl area (our river guide here). I had made some new experimental dries, and the plan was to test them out in the morning, catch a few fish, and, then, migrate to north of Rt.