Fly Fishing Life

The first time I saw a Trico spinner fall was mid-July. The good news was, I had read an article and was able to recognize what was going on. The bad news was, I didn’t have any trico spinner flies and watched helplessly while standing in the middle of a trout feeding frenzy. I did manage to entice one nice trout to take a grasshopper. That was a consolation prize as I watched dozens of fish feeding with total abandon within four or five rod lengths. At one point, the spinner fall was so thick, a 20+ inch trout simply opened its mouth and mowed a strip of tricos down the hatch as it swam across the run.

4:45am…must get up if I’m to be rolling by 5:15 for the 90-minute dash out to a little tailwater that’s…well, within 90 minutes of home. The importance of 90 minutes is that I can get there before dawn on a weekend morning, spend about three hours fishing, and dash back, to be home by ~11:30 before my wife and kid are out of their pajamas. No wear and tear on anyone but me; no impediments to the pursuit of my hobby every month or so.