Poems, Essays and Other Ramblings of an Illiterate Fly Fisherman
Sunday, June 10, 2012
The Storm Goes Away
Weather in the eastern Sierra can change quickly; the storm in the previous post gives way to blue skies, and the air is crisp and clean. But look closely. Although Hot Creek is a relatively small stream, fly fishing at this moment remains difficult.
One of the things that makes this a blue ribbon trout fishery is that the stream is thick with all sorts of aquatic vegetation; that's what feeds the bugs. That's one reason why, if you are staying on the ranch, you are prohibited from wading in this beautiful little "spring creek".
There was a huge Caddis hatch taking place when this photo was shot, but the fisherman, can't see it, can't even see the fish rising for them. But they are. Put a #20 elk hair caddis on the end of 6X tippet on twelve or thirteen feet of leader, cast away from the wind, dead drift it well and watch what happens.
I grew up in Kentucky, and learned to fly fish on small ponds and lakes, mostly for Bluegill, but sometimes for Largemouth Bass. After I moved to California following my return from Vietnam, and thanks to the help of a couple of women who knew me better than I knew myself, I came back to my boyhood love of fly fishing.