..felt like the first day of spring and fished like it was the middle of April.
I got on the water about mid afternoon on Saturday. It was warm and breezy with passing clouds randomly muting the bright sun. The river water was chilly and clear as gin, and best of all, there wasn't another angler anywhere in sight. I had just cleaned my fly line and tied a new leader on the end of the heavy butt. While I added tippet to the end of the leader, I noticed quite a few small tan caddis in the air along with a few little black stoneflies. Standing at the head of the pool in ankle deep water, I scanned the water surface for bugs and rising fish.
Sure enough, a fish rose in a slick between two fast currents about 25 feet directly across from me. A half a minute later a tan caddis floated right through the same slick and was quickly taken by the trout. I picked out a tan, size 16 caribou caddis from my dry fly box and tied it on the end of my tippet. Stepping out from a bank a little so I had a sidearm back cast, I worked some line out until I felt I had the right amount of fly line and tippet to make a reach cast to the head of the slick above where the fish had taken the caddis and then dropped the fly on my forward cast. The fly landed a little short of the target. Once the fly was well out of the target area I lifted and made a couple of quick false casts, adjusting my line length using the first cast as my scale, and dropped the fly in the slick about a foot above the target.
The fish took the fly as though it was just another natural. I lifted the rod tip, set the hook, and the fish cleared the water before taking off downstream. My drag was too loose! I quickly tightened the drag just enough to slow the fish down and get control and after a brief battle I netted a nice 12-13 inch rainbow. I said hello, removed the fly from its jaw, and lowered the trout back into the water with it facing into the current where it swam out and away, disappearing into the dark depths of the center of the river.
Over the next hour or so I took a few more rainbows on that same tan caribou caddis dry. It was a good match for the naturals that were in the air and getting blown onto the water by the on-and-off breeze. For you bug nerds, the naturals were tan short horned sedges, Glossosoma sp. They are one of the first caddisflies to hatch in the Northeast, typically just before the hendricksons start to show. And yes, they are starting much earlier than usual.
Having worked about halfway down the pool by this time, I stepped up on the bank above the water, leaned against a tree and thought about nothing....I didn't think, which is what happens when your time on the water melts away all the bullshit that goes on when you're not fishing. This doesn't happen every time I fish, it's rare. Usually, my mind winds up some where between the bullshit and days like this, which I'll take any time.
Then it happened. A nice fish rose a few feet from the bank 30 feet above me in the slow, shallow water that was maybe a foot deep. I took slow steps down in the water in front of me. The fish rose again in the same spot. I moved out enough, maybe knee deep, to get a back cast and began working line out while false casting. The fish rose again as I got into position, giving me a clear target with which to place my fly. I dropped my fly a couple of feet above the fading rings of the rise, it drifted about a foot before the trout took it in a whisper of a sip.
Little sip by a decent fish. I set by just tightening my line and was quickly into a fish that went straight to the center of the river. After some head shaking, deep dives and back and forth short runs, I netted a nice 16 inch brown.
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