Dorotheas Are a Cold Water Fly That Hatches When The Water Temp Hits 52 Degrees.

 

A tip of the fedora to two new contributors to "name that tune". Don K. has proved his worth in the country western genera as well as being able to pick out Harry Chapin lyrics with ease. While Ed S. deserves partial credit for recognizing yesterday's title as an altered line from a 60 year old song, it was Paul M. who was able to name the Pete Seeger classic. Once saw Pete Seeger and Harry Chapin perform together in an auditorium that held about 300 people. Chapin later wrote Old Folkie as a tribute to Seeger.

Did a dump run, returned some badly dyed CDC that was more suitable for adorning a Leprechaun on St.  Patty's day than wings on a sulfur, and at 2:30 drove up to Deposit. If "it" happened it was either before I got there or after I left. Very few sulfurs, rising fish, or fishermen. For the record, yesterday I saw by far the best sulfur hatch of the year. Where? In the water coming out of Oquaga Creek that just the day before was 80 degrees. The bugs were no more than two inches apart and the fish were on 'em. The rest of the river, (the WB water) didn't have a bug on it.

Drove up the WB about 6:30 with the intention of trying a spot I haven't fished in over a month. Looked down on the water from the road and there was a flotilla of pontoon boats all anchored in the riff/run waiting for it to happen. Did a U-turn and drove back down stream ending up on the BR where I hoped the increase in flow and cool water temp would get things going. It didn't. Saw a good fish rise early, made two casts and hooked an 18 inch rainbow. Two hours later while walking out, I got to cast at three risers, two ignored my fly the third ate, ran 50 feet, jumped and air mailed me back my fly. A quiet ending to what was my best week since back in April. 

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