Rainy’s Flies sales rep Stephen Seaton with a PB brown from the White, Saturday _ Steve Dally image
IN the mythology of fly fishing alongside perfect drifts is the notion of clockwork hatches, those mythical events which hatch, in the same riffle on the same day year after year.
If you have ever done any serious travel to fish you will understand the vagaries of nature and travelling to find it: Less pastoral simplicity, more gothic surreal, lurching from crisis to crisis in an ongoing black comedy with you as the punchline. The seriousness of the crisis at hand is proportional to the amount of time its going to take before you can laugh about it.
For instance, its been almost a quarter of a century and my father still isn’t laughing about the day we both failed to put the plugs back in his 21’ sportfisher, the discovery only made well offshore _ and I was the one sent under the boat.
I’ve also flown to Wyoming in a heatwave, arrived a week too early for the Hex in Michigan and a week too late in Idaho, been rained out in Colorado and got snowed on in mid-summer in Australia. It doesn’t matter where you travel, you end up earning the perfect days.
Now the vagaries of power generation & flood control add another factor into the mix on our tailwaters. From July to October we had big water to dump the monsoons of early summer and waders grouching about a lack of water. Now we have swung the other way with the streamer guys looking for some flow.
The trick to traveling and fishing is handling the days which aren’t perfect _ making the most of the borderline days, when a warm fire is calling, or the water is high or dirty or lower than you would really like.
Our Rainy’s rep Stephen Seaton is on a mission for a really good streamer brown, so much so he ran down to the Little Red for a day Friday to fish some flow when our tailwaters were down. Saturday’s forecast, 3000 cfs, 15 mph winds and cold, was far from perfect.
A handful of smaller weigthed streamers, a slow sinking line and we found a 22” + female, and a handful of rainbows. The fishing was slower, more painstaking, and if we had stripped faster would could have whacked a bunch of bows.
A hot ham and cheese sandwhich served up at White Hole and a can of Dale’s capped off a great day. No condition’s weren’t perfect but you are always better off fishing.