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!
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
"Study to be quiet." - Izaak Walton 1653
"Be sure in casting, that your fly fall first into the water, for if the line fall first, it scares or frightens the fish..." Col. Robert Venables 1662
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.
Beware of the Dogma