Monday, June 22, 2009

It looked like a World War II movie... the salmonflies kept coming and coming and coming as far as the eye could see, like a fleet of B17s. I had no idea that salmonflies hatched in numbers like that.
This was Friday on the Big Hole. The river was rippin', but there was enough visibility. Our oarsman was white-knuckled and alert all day, and he did a great job keeping us afloat.
Fishing was good, not great. Make that our fishing was good, not great. We had enough rises, but we couldn't get hooks into some of them.
But it was an awesome day, just seeing that kind of hatch. I hope to hit it again next year.