Well done, boys!! I have to admit I like the honesty of throwing the dinker pics in there, just to keep it real so we don't think they're ALL that big, much as you guys would like us to think...totally envious here too...
Jonathon
Jonathon,
Truth be known, we were thinking about dragging that little one next to a very large log, the fishing was so rough...If they won't eat flies maybe they'll eat baby trout...:) You know I kid...
John brought with him a large bag of wild leeks...My wife is making up some leek/potato soup with them. Yum!
I think that the rivers up your way are trying to turn themselves around. The bigger flies have them looking up a tad more...Your Leptophlebia from your post could be covered nicely by a #14 Borchers.
The beginning of Iso's, to me, is a good thing because I think that the swimming activity of that bug really turns the fish on. Makes them a tad crazy...I'm heading back up just for a weekend float with a couple friends and I'm looking forward to some rising fish.
We got really lucky with that last fish...It turned out to be caught on the very last cast of the evening, for the trip really. I was so afraid we were going to lose that one...Our guide had to hold the boat in the current we were in, I climbed over the beer cooler, grabbed the net, and prayed a little. :) John said that as soon as he raised his rod he knew he was into something with some weight to it.
As he was pulling the fish towards us I thought that this could be a very trying moment. The line was taunt and if the fish had given it one more go I'm not sure what would of happened...I pushed the net into the river and it just seemed to suck him into it. John was happy and a very large weight was lifted from my shoulders!
We had hooked and lost nice fish throughout a trying week of fishing. I was as happy as John I think when I was snapping those pics...The beer sure tasted good later that evening back at the cabin when we re-lived it.
Earlier in the week on the North Branch when I caught that 18" fish, John had caught a 14 and hooked another that flat out broke him off! I would of liked to have seen that one.
The guides we used are long time friends of mine. Earlier in the week we floated the North on a very windy day. It started out with promise with daytime Brown Drake hatchers, but never materialized...My poor friend worked so damn hard to get us to fish...A normal float is 8 hours...John and I stayed out with him for 11! He was so upset he offered me a half-day float for free sometime this summer...I told him no of course, no one can predict when the fish will cooperate or the darn bugs will hatch...I told him that if he ever could do this I'd float with him every damn day! :)
On one of the nights we waded the South, I caught a nice fish that was feeding in a small opening in the over hanging shrubs. There were 3 or 4 nice fish feeding there together. Mr Big had the post right behind some branch sticking up out of the river...The others were living in his shadow.
I think I missed Mr Big and one of the others grabbed my fly and I immediately put pressure to him to keep him away from the scrub...He bolted out of his hole and crossed the river right in front of me and made a left turn and raced toward John who was standing below me and got off...I think that was my fault since I was trying to get him on the reel so I could show off with the squeal of that old Hardy of mine...That will teach me...Maybe. :)
Spence