After hiking in, I dropped down to the creek to start fishing a series of runs that have always produced for me. Unfortunately, today was different. Things started off slow. I had one nice size fish, about 12 inches, roll on my fly but it didn’t take. Strikes were few and far between. The fish were not cooperating. It was not what I expected for such a beautiful fall day. After going fishless during the first two hours I tied on a mahogany bead head caddis pupae dropper. It had been my go to fly this year, but for some reason I hadn’t been using it as much over the past few weeks. I no sooner tied it on and the skunk was off. A seven inch brown, with colors that mirrored the surrounding foliage, was brought to hand.
The fishing remained sporadic throughout the morning and well into the afternoon. Most of the activity came on the pupae. Only a handful were caught on dries. The action eventually grew more consistent late in the day. I ended up with about 20 by the time it was over. The largest was about 9 inches. No pigs today but each one was worth the effort. What was lacking in size and numbers was more than made up for with color. Most of them were brilliantly colored browns from a spectacular setting during the best time of the year. It was a phenomenal visual experience.
This one is my favorite. I sense a new avatar in my future:
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