End of Season Surprise

by Alan Luecke
(Kansas City, MO)

Back in mid November before the arctic single digits, I was working in a house that backed up to Little Mill Creek. I assumed things had shut down with the weather, but I was there and so was the creek so it became take your Soyokaze to work week.
At lunch I would hit the creek for a half hour and had consistent luck with some creek chubs that were hanging out in a hole under that big root ball.

Bead head killer bugs in a variety of flavors got down to where the fish were hanging out. The nice chub in my hand was just under 8 inches long. I think I caught that guy three time over the course of the week.

The water was down to trout temperatures and the chubs were doing there best to play the part. A nice way to finish things up.

“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” - Benjamin Franklin

"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

As age slows my pace, I will become more like the heron.

We've all had situations where seriously chewed up flies kept catching fish after fish after fish. It is no sin to tie flies that come off the vise looking seriously chewed up.