jifigz
Well-known member
I went to Kish yesterday evening in the pouring rain. I immediately picked up a few fish on a sulphur soft hackle and a pheasant tail. The fishing was hot, and then it wasn't. I looked up stream at a pool and saw rising trout. Lots of them. I made my way up to the pool. Trout rose consistently. Two trout rose right in front of me within 5 feet. I could see the wild browns make there way up and deliberately do a "classic take" from the water surface, indicating they were taking adult bugs floating down..sulphurs were everywhere. I tried every imaginable imitation of a sulphur I had. All my styles of dries, the emergers, then swinging soft hackle. NOTHING. Then, as I watch the water beneath me, puzzled, I see some very small baeitis going by. I say, " AHA! The trout are eating the olives, not the sulphurs!" Same result. Every form of a BWO I had, I tried, nothing. At this point I was soaked, cold, and went back to my car.
I moved downstream a few miles, warming myself in my car for a few minutes. I head to a riffle that generally produces. Nothing. Then, a crippled mayfly struggles through the rain and lands on me. Looks like a march brown, at least to my not so great of entomology eyes. This further complicates what all of those trout may have been rising to..UGH. I proceed to do the traditional downstream, quartering swing of two wet flies and pick up a wild brown about 6". Then I call it. Fish were clearly feeding, and feeding heavily, but I sure couldn't figure em out.
Times like this are what keep me motivated at my vise and wanting back on the water. Actually, everything makes me want to get back on the water. Good days, bad days, sunny weather, cloudy weather, hot, cold, I just can never get enough.
I moved downstream a few miles, warming myself in my car for a few minutes. I head to a riffle that generally produces. Nothing. Then, a crippled mayfly struggles through the rain and lands on me. Looks like a march brown, at least to my not so great of entomology eyes. This further complicates what all of those trout may have been rising to..UGH. I proceed to do the traditional downstream, quartering swing of two wet flies and pick up a wild brown about 6". Then I call it. Fish were clearly feeding, and feeding heavily, but I sure couldn't figure em out.
Times like this are what keep me motivated at my vise and wanting back on the water. Actually, everything makes me want to get back on the water. Good days, bad days, sunny weather, cloudy weather, hot, cold, I just can never get enough.