Every Day's A New Day.

 After spending Tuesday mostly driving around looking for rivers we couldn't find, Mark and I decided  to save gas, pay for a shuttle, and float an area where we felt certain there would be a good caddis spinner fall. A Hendrickson hatch would be a nice bonus, but if we had fish up eating caddis spinners during the last hour of the day, everything would be just fine.

Put in at 1:30, (heard from a fisherman that he had Hendrickson's in the same water  at 2:00 the day before), and saw a few Hendrickson's already on the water at the launch site. Despite the presence of Hendrickson's on the water we did not see a single rise for almost two hours. At about three we started see rising fish, not many, but enough to keep us interested. 

From 3:30 until we arrived at our take out at about 7:45, we were  occupied trying to entice both one and doners and feeding pods to eat our dry flies. We met with varying degrees of success. Mark is an able boatman, but is still learning the river. As a wade fisherman, I did a poor job of putting our boat in position to cast to fish in about twice as much water as I am use to wading in. 

The fishing -  Was a huge upgrade from the previous day's follies. We fished a decent hatch of mayflies, we cast at rising fish, we saw Hendrickson duns and spinners as well as paraleps. At 7:00 we arrived in the big still water pool where we planned to put a serious hurt on fish gulping caddis spinners but, as most of you know, caddis don't like to play in the rain, and by then it was pouring. We rowed through the pool to the take out without seeing a caddis or a rise. As usual my vest was worn outside my raincoat and is hanging over the stove drying out. 

How'd we do? We hooked ten fish, landing nine, a 19 inch brown being the biggest.