Picabo Angler

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September 4, 2015

Friday, September 4, 2015:


Hatches have been sparse as of late on the Double R as on the rest of Silver Creek. Nothing comes off until the wind dies down mid-morning, around 9:00 a.m. most days. We continue to see some good sized spent Callibaetis spinners most mornings and a Hen winged Callibaetis spinner pattern can draw the attention of the trout. This morning I saw Fall Baetis duns for the first time and they were a legitimate size 18. However, the hatch was sparse; only isolated trout rose to the Fall Baetis but the fish were large. The “Brooks Sprout” emerger in size 18 was the only fly I tied on which interested the trout. Look for the Fall Baetis hatch to intensify as the weather turns colder and keep your eyes open for the first Mahogany Duns of the fall season.

On the walk back to my truck around Noon today I saw a good number of sizeable grasshoppers along the gravel road. Perhaps we will have some good afternoon fishing with grasshopper and beetle patterns on windy days.


I have long thought that I was the most patient creature in the galaxy.  I say “galaxy” rather than the universe because way deep down I guess I recognized the possibility that someone or something had even stronger powers of patience than me, though in truth I doubted it.  I usually fish Silver Creek 90 or more days a season and I play high stakes No Limit Texas Hold’em poker most of the winter; both endeavors favor the patient soul and I do reasonably well at both of them. 

This afternoon I was sitting in a camp chair outside my trailer enjoying the first of many cool comfortable days of lest in the season, an unexpected pleasure and a relief from the confines of my air conditioned trailer, when a Great Blue Heron landed in the shallows of the creek and assumed a fishing position.  I didn’t move an inch for a half hour, nor did the Heron.   I admired the Heron’s stamina and ability more than mine because I was, after all, comfortably seated and he was standing up.  It only occurs to me now in retrospect that standing for an extended period of time might not be taxing for a Heron.  But, I’ve admired the ability to stand motionless for an extended period of time ever since I watched a squad of West Point cadets stand for what seemed to a 9 year old to be hours, in the sweltering heat, until one of them keeled over maybe 20 feet from me.  Just as my increasingly faltering memory made that connection, the Heron’s head darted down and snared a small Rainbow trout.  After gobbling the trout down, the Heron resumed his watch, much like a featherless fisherman.

Doug Andres, Stream Keeper