Dry Flies in Late November
by Morgan Lyle
Another nice Sunday with the Ebisu, a level line, sunny weather with no wind and good hatches of various-sized midges. I caught a rainbow on a weighted, woven golden stonefly nymph in pocket water, but the rest of the afternoon was spent with rising browns in a flat pool. One seemed to be feeding sporadically just below the surface, so I swung a small Starling & Herl and eventually convinced it to bite. The rest were feeding steadily at the surface -- you'd have thought they were eating Hendricksons in early May. I couldn't reach them and couldn't move closer, so I broke my own rule and added six more feet of 6X tippet (I try never to fish longer than the rod, plus a foot or two.) Two more trout, on Grffith's Gnats!
Walk softly and carry a long stick. - Teddy Roosevelt (almost)
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.