...as 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.
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Those are the days that make some of my favorite fly fishing memories. I recall one day, in particular, on the Madison - the canyon was filled with salmonflies, from the banks on up to a couple hundred feet above the river. Even if we only get one of those days every five years, they're part of what the whole game is about. Keep after 'em.
Was that in Bear Trap Canyon? There has barely even been a salmonfly hatch there the past couple of years. I suspect it has something to do with the high temps the lower had for a couple years, a couple of years ago (since stonefly nymphs have 3 or 4 year life cycle).
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