Back into backing again

The past two weeks you just had to be up above Hale Eddy on the WB.  There were a plethora of Hendricksons, grannoms, apple caddis and of all of the their spinners.  It  was crowded but there seemed to be enough fish for everybody.  The fish?  They took a fearful beating. Their mouths are full of hook marks and they are exhausted ( try fighting for your life at least once a day for two weeks and see how you feel).  Yes, there are still caddis up there, maybe even the odd Hendrickson spinner but it's time to get out of Dodge (Deposit) and give the fish a rest. 

Where to go?  The freestones (BR, BK, BE) of course.  I left the WB last Thursday morning and have fished the freestones since then, with mixed results. BK had fish eager to eat a Gray Fox during off hours but there were no bugs or rising fish.  EB had a few March Browns but almost no rising fish during prime time. The BR had bugs Thursday night but shut down when the sun went behind the hills. Tonight the BR was on fire, big may flies, little mayflies and caddis, on the back of my neck, under my glasses, on the water  and in the fish's mouths. Became reacquainted with fat healthy fish that haven't been hooked lately, just WOW. All I can say is it's good to see my fluorescent yellow/green backing rocket out the tip guide following a well rested BR fish downstream.  It's a happening. Go to your "spot" or dare to try a new one (they all have fish). Had nothing but fish, bugs and geese within a half a mile of me tonight. May have even let loose with a few whoops each time the nail knot between the fly line and the backing went tick tick, tick through the guides. 

Side note - Read back through the comments before posting tonight and found  a couple of questions. Will try to answer them in the next couple of days.

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