August 22, 2106
August 22, 2016
“And along comes Windy!”
I’m getting too old to remember which pop group of my youth sang that refrain, but it was in my mind this morning when the early morning breeze came up and persisted to around 9:00, then came up again strong round 11:00 a.m. It looks like the same forecast for Tuesday. It is getting to that part of the season where I’d rather sip coffee in my truck waiting for the wind to subside rather than launching the tube and plying the Creek with a Callibaetis nymph. A month ago I’d probably be swinging a soft hackle but by now I’m hooked on dry fly fishing the hatch. About mid-September I’ll shift back to the notion that every minute on the creek is precious and not to be wasted, as the ever approaching reality is playing poker full time. I’d rather be fishing or daydreaming outside my trailer watching clouds pass over the Picabo Hills.
This morning when the wind finally died down I noticed a flotilla of Tiny Blue Winged Olives along the reeds. They were unmolested for about 15 minutes but then the trout started taking them. A couple of errant casts spooked every trout in sight so I moved a bit downstream and ran into a Trico hatch. As has been the case for many of us during this season’s Trico Madness I went through several patterns before scoring 5 fish on Rene Harrop’s Trico No Hackle, size 22. It was the first time the No Hackle produced really well for me this year, and believe me I have given the fly its fair opportunity. There was something about the beauty of this one spent Trico spinner that floated by which prompted the thought of taking a No Hackle, bending its wings down spent and greasing it up real well. I could barely see the fly as it moved downstream so I shortened up my line so that I could see the takes. It was a beautiful 2 hours, perhaps my last encounter with the Terrible Tricos this season
Speaking of Rene Harrop, he is one of my all-time Idols. I would appreciate it if he could be enshrined as a Major Deity of the fly fishing world. I have enjoyed my many trips to the Trout Hunter fly shop in Island Park, perusing through the special bins containing House of Harrop flies. I’ve picked up a supply of every version of his No Hackle there. As I’ve said before, his Learning from the Water is the most important fly fishing book of the last decade and should be on the reading list of anyone who fishes the Henry’s Fork and spring creeks like Silver Creek. The treatment of each mayfly and the wealth of recipes for fly patterns is invaluable information to both the fly fisher and the fly tyer. Pick up copy and watch your game elevate.
Doug Andres, Stream Keeper, Double R Ranch