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#4: Wesley’s First Trout on the Fly. Helping someone learn how to catch more fish is the non-monetary reward for being a guide. Helping someone catch their first trout on the fly, doubly so. But when it’s an eight-year-old kid doing it in front of his father, well, that’s something special. Wesley, who just about came up to my chest, was an unsure wader, and who can blame him on a big river like the Farmington? But once he found his “happy feet” place, he took direction supremely well, especially the part — we were indicator nymphing — about looking for a reason to set the hook on every drift. Suddenly, it wasn’t the bottom, and next thing you know, the rainbow is in the hoop. Fantastic job, Wesley!

**One rainbow trout, two very big smiles.**

#3: Guiding Members of Project Healing Waters. When PHW — here’s their website if you want to learn more or donate — reached out to book me for a large group outing over several days, I said yes. But I wasn’t sure how it would all go down. I wanted it to be good for everyone, and for everyone to feel like they got something out of it. And then, there was the weather and the flows to worry about. As it turns out, much fretting over nothing. What a great group of enthusiastic anglers. The energy was: we are happy just to be here, standing in a river, learning from you. Any fish hooked and landed are gravy. Well, we did some campsite picnic table classroom stuff. We did on-the-water lessons. We did small talk and life stories and fishing stories. And yes, we caught some fish. Thank you, PHW, for making my job not only easy, but also enjoyable. And thank you for your service.

**Me and some of the gang. The fish were more cooperative later on this day, but we had a few players during out morning session.**

#2: Appearing on the Orvis Podcast. It’s the gold standard of fly fishing podcasts. So when Tom Rosenbauer called me to set up a recording date, I was only slightly delirious. We recorded “How To Swing Soft Hackle Wet Flies with Steve Culton” one day, and a week later it was live on the air. In case you missed it, you can find it somewhere here. It’s the next best thing to taking a wet fly lesson on the river with me. And right now, a heckuva lot warmer. If you like it, send Tom and email and tell him.

I was both humbled and honored to have the opportunity to guide three groups from Project Healing Waters. Over the course of two days, we fished, learned, talked, and just plain enjoyed being out on the water. On Tuesday afternoon, I did a streamside classroom for everybody, Wet Flies 101. OK, to be technical, it was at a picnic table at their campsite, but you could hear the river, so that counts for something.

This was the day after those torrential rains, so I gave the first group the option of streamers below the Still River or wet flies above Riverton. Option B was the choice, and off we went. That section was, not surprisingly, loaded with anglers. (Many thanks to those who shared the water both days and were so giving once they learned who we were and what we were doing. True, small kindness is vastly underrated.) The water was bracingly cold, and we had between 70-80cfs of flow to work with — not great, but doable. We found a few fish willing to jump on, but as I heard from the guys multiple times, it really isn’t about putting fish in the hoop. And in this case, they’re mighty right.

**Not a bad day at the office! Time flies when you’re having fun, and on both days I frequently lost track of time.**

For Wednesday AM, we stuck close to home, fishing water adjacent to the campground. The river had come down a bit, and cleared some, but we still had the challenge of mid-day summer fishing. Nonetheless, by covering water as best we could, we found a few feeding fish. The warmth of the sun on our shoulders and the cool of the river at our feet reminded us that were in a really good place. I had the group fishing a two-fly wet fly team, a fine compromise when not everyone is a great caster. Hatch activity on both days was minimal, and with the recent down and then up flows, I’m sure the insects were as discombobulated as we were.

We finished up Wednesday above the Still River in some gorgeous dry fly water. So, naturally, I suggested we fish dries. I rigged everyone up with a long leader system — minimum 13 feet — and we had at it. What a fantastic job this group did in some fairly technical water. While the trout were feeding — somewhat irregularly on emergers, but mostly spinners, the hatch (sulphurs size 14-16) wasn’t going to break any records for volume. But we stuck with it, and before too long, my man Guppy connected with a nice rainbow on a size 20 Usual.

I’d just seen a trout nail a skittering sulphur on top, so when Guppy’s fly began to drag at drift’s end, I told him to let it be. Moments later, whack! How exhilarating when it all works out just like you drew it up in your mind.

I stayed to fish after our session, but the evening rise never materialized in any big way. There were far more emergers and duns in the late afternoon than in the evening, and no spinner fall to speak of. I managed to stick three trout in about two hours. When I climbed out of the river at 9pm, my legs felt like cold, semi-unresponsive lumps. I was shivering. The fishing had been disappointing. But it hadn’t rained. It hadn’t stormed. And I realized that just being there did indeed count for something.