The fish were small, but those little fish put a big smile on this boy's face. The canyon was isolated and peaceful. My first plan of attack is to use a hopper dropper with a soft hackle as the dropper. I also using beetle patterns and Fat Alberts for the dry. Honestly I don't really expect anything from the dry this time of year, I mostly use them as strike indicators--wrong! Some pretty good size fish give me the slow deliberate slurp. In my world of fly fishing I just doesn't get any better than seeing a nice brown slowly rise up and slurp my dry! Slightly less good is when they are just about to slurp it and something spooks them, and they reject it.
At any rate, I told the little woman that I was going to go forth, and not expect me until way past dark, which again is exactly what I did. I somehow pull myself out of the water to find the road. I really put on some miles, and I had a long slow walk (most of it in the dark) back to the car. Not a soul was in the canyon; complete bliss! I spend all my days with people needing this thing or that, and to be alone even for half a day was the best part of this river. Dear God its nice to trade your cell phone in for the RIVER!
Thanks again Oracle!
Oh one more thing, if you know this river from the pics, your wrong its not that one...
