Brother Ray sang, "The Night Time is the Right Time to Be With the One You Love"!!! Now if that happens to be a big old Brown trout, who am I to judge...
My uncle used to say I had a mean streak but I always thought he was suffering a bit from "transference" because when he was young my father, his brother, beat him up all the time...I have been told I look like my father. So, I'm betwixt & between here on whether to play nice re: this night fishing topic or to go rogue and get all Doctor Detroit up in here...:)
We here in Michigan believe we invented night fishing...The rest of the world would know this was true if it wasn't for the fact that the practitioners of this "dark-art"(he,he) are like Ringwraiths and they don't want you to know this...In fact they would rather you just stayed home and watched the Tonight Show or whatever normal non-night-fishing-folk do.
They might say, concerning the light idea, "if you need a light to get around the stream in the dark it's time to relax in your comfortable old couch and take a nap...There's always brook-trout up on the shallow North Branch during the day for those that need some light to see what they are doing."
Night anglers and daytime anglers are two totally different breeds here in our state and I'm risking my club card here by bringing this up...I've already said too much. These two groups aren't even aware that the other exists...Their paths never cross...In fact the "night-boys" are tickled pink that those daytime guys don't fish at night and, if we could get them to admit it, would rather that everyone else take up golf.
Now let's remember that part of the problem here is that we are at the tail end of the time zone and around Hex time we are also enjoying the longest daylight hours of the year...This is a genuine strain on the night time boys because that even-glo temps those daytime guys to linger astream a little longer and the two oppossing groups may actually cross paths...This can be awkward as the night boys aren't known to be great conversationalists or you would see them out and about with the rest of us during the day...If they could handle this. Which they can't...You will have to just trust me here on this one.
Tony...We know that Mr. Harvey has earned his spot as a genuine "River-God" period. But sometimes "old-coots" are well..."old-coots"...Vinny Marinaro et al use to keep a coffee can near the stream with something in it to attract "Jap-Beetles" and then chum the water with them...Just because Vincent did it doesn't make it ok...(You don't know how hard it was for me to type that last sentence...being a Marinaro-phile...I'll need to see my shrink this afternoon).
(Speaking of chumming the water you don't know just how much fun I'm having with this...I better stop...I'm smiling at work and my wife will fire me!). How does one spell tongue-in-cheek?
My grandfather (born in 1908) used to hunt browns at night with a kerosene lantern and spear in the Middle Branch of the Muskegon (some call it Crooker Creek some Beebe Creek because my grandmothers maiden name was Beebe). He said you walked upstream and could practically walk right up behind them...Think night time Herons if they could hunt after dark.
I find it interesting that the "science boys" are quiet here...They haven't chimed in...There is probably some good science about the size of Herr von-Braun's little pea brain and his reaction to light...The flash of light probably startles him for a moment but long term...During a heavy feed...Probably not...The flashing light avoidance here in Michigan is true, as Jon has stated, but it's probably due more to the Ringwraithes general fear of light.
The night-time-boys believe that the brown trout, better yet the brown trout of size, is a nocturnal creature like they themselves. Their fishing season doesn't really get started until the latter part of May and runs from spinner falls of sulphers, then Brown Drakes, Hex & Gray Drakes, & the Iso's and the myth is that it stops somewhere around the 4th of July when it's tradionaly believed that the Hex ends...The night-time boys want you to believe this lie very much...They don't really want you to consider hair mice, Houghton Lake Specials, Madsen Skunks, Picket-Pins, night-time moths or even some guy named Harvey's Night Fly...
I have bumped in to some of these folk from time-to-time...Remember I don't fish after dark because my wife believes I don't...They are usually getting on the river after everyone else has already left the river, had a beer at the truck, and drove down the two-track for home...For the most part you may approach them, but they can be snarly as Jon has hinted at. The deeper in to the Hex hatch the snarlier they may become...It's the lack of sleep.
The night time guys don't really wade they sit. They have been sitting in the same spot for years since their dad's and grandfather's first put them there as wee lads. They were never taught to fear the dark. They feel, somewhere deep in their souls, that this spot is their spot, they have senority afterall...You, on the other hand, are an intruder.
I have walked right up to them sitting there in the dark and they will not speak first unless you of course turn on a lamp or wade through their hole...They may not even say anything then in hopes of you not thinking that this may be a "good spot" and just walking on leaving them alone again. In May I saw a guy sitting in a good spot in the dark and I walked right up to him and I said..."Were you waiting for me to get right up on you before you said boo and scared me or what?" He said, "I was just going to let you walk by...I wasn't sure you saw me." What he really meant was, "I was hoping you would just walk by and not bother me...In-f**king-intruder!"
I smiled in the dark back at him and then asked where his buddies were sitting so I didn't mess with them...What I was really thinking was, "You little shit (I knew he was staying at the Recreation Club and he was a bourgeois night time fisherman...He was less than a quarter mile from the safety of the club and a warm brandy)...You little shit...I just waded upstream from you the infamous "shoot" in pitch darkness and have done so since your little spoiled ass was in diapers instead of waders now give me some respect...I don't want to have to crack you on the head and drag you off in to the swamp across the way there..."
Excuse me there that last rambling...I was starting to sound like one of those night guys which we all know I'm not...Right dear???
Spence the Prince (of darkness)
PS I don't know where this is from (probably George Harvey I'll say to quiet down those "Pennsylvania Boys" on this site) but "the rule of three" isn't a bad thing to remember when it comes to leader twisting problems (though sometimes it's those sparrow wings you have tied on there). You have all heard it before...divide the fly size by three and there's your general tippet size...i.e. a size 18 get's 6x, a size 12 4x...When you get in to those large night flies you can see really quickly that you should be using some heavy tippet to help turn the fly over. As long as you don't turn on a light in the dark :) I doubt the trout will be leader shy when he sees that mouthful of yumminess floating over his simple-minded self in the dark.
"Even when my best efforts fail it's a satisfying challenge, and that, after all, is the essence of fly fishing." -Chauncy Lively
"Envy not the man who lives beside the river, but the man the river flows through." Joseph T Heywood