Whose woods these are – the state’s, I know.
But I have bought a license, so;
They will not mind me stopping here
To swing my streamers in the flow.
That little bird must think it queer
For I’m the only angler here
Somewhere within the TMA
My first fly outing of the year.
The big brown gives his head a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the scrape
Of line through guides of ice all caked.
The river’s lovely, dark and deep,
But I must get back to my Jeep,
Three trout today, none did I keep,
Three trout today, none did I keep.
Remnants from the last ice age. The river was clear of shelf ice, running at 550cfs, 35 degrees.
First customer of the day. Lovely colors.
Saved the best for last. Some-teen inches, just hammered the fly as it swung across a seam.
Articulated streamers with jaunty names that push water catch trout. So do unnamed single hook streamers tied with a slim profile. I’d used this fly before — it’s a one-off from a couple years ago — and the trout found it to their liking today. Fished on a full sink line with a three-foot leader, swung and stripped. It opens up a bit in the water, but it’s still a fairly sparse tie. Tungsten bead head, so it rides hook point up.