Thunder storms shorten my day.

Went up to Deposit about 1:00 today and found an empty pool right off the bat.  It's a pool that is heavily fished by the "They bite, they die." crowd in April and the number of big fish is limited.  It's mostly one and two year olds but there's lots of them.  The trick is to pay close attention to the rises and try to throw only at the two year olds.  It's a good way to improve both your ability to see rises and your casting accuracy.

After two very good afternoon hatches this one was a step backwards.  Flies hatched and fish fed but there weren't enough bugs to keep the fish feeding steadily.  You had to mark a riser carefully as he probably wouldn't  rise again for several minutes.  Spent three enjoyable hours casting at rising fish, some of them even ate my flies.

About four o'clock the hatch quieted down and I moved downstream to another pool where I was again the only fisherman.  With thunder rumbling in the background I hooked and lost two nice fish.  When the thunder got louder and the hills became obscured by the rain, I headed for the car.  It was five o'clock and I decided to head back to camp, have a bite to eat and see if the storms abated.

At 7: 30 the radar showed some green, yellow and red storms tracking my way.  A drive back up to Deposit might well have gotten me north of the storms but I decided to call it a day and tie some flies instead.

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