Dry Flies, Flowing Waters, Trout, Dogs, and Tarpon.
Images of my meanderings in persuit of rising trout and tarpon.
When not guiding for lake trout, I'm often stalking trout in rivers and creeks with dry flies. Floating, wading, and camping along the water. I take more time off during the brief Rocky Mountain summer to enjoy this life-long persuit. Wyoming, Idaho, and Montana are the usual destinations. Sometimes in winter, I'm chasing tarpon in Mexico or Florida when time and funds allow.
My fall trip is always bittersweet. Sweet because I have unlimited time and plenty of fuel, but bitter because its the last long trout fishing trip of the year. The first summer trip has only anticipation and a bright future of the season ahead. This trip, with the trees in their golden glory, marks the finish of summer, which seemingly just arrived. The crowds are gone, but so are the caddis and drakes. Weather is mostly perfect, but soon the snow will push my dreams to the tropics. So I try to savor what is left, and enjoy the perks of fall fishing. Solitude, uncrowded highways, and comfortable days and nights. I have good fishing and great waters to enjoy. It begins where it began in late May, the Henry's Fork--of course!
Booked in advance, it was perfect timing with a cloudy day one. There WILL be a hatch! It started with midges, then the baetis, and some late season pmd's just because it was perfect. Fish rising all day.
Day two emerged with bright sunny skies, but would there be a hatch? Of course, midges and baetis again, though not as heavy as yesterday. The fish were rising upon arrival, and did so all morning and into the afternoon. They don't call it Paradise for nothing!
It wasn't as good as Armstrong's upstream the last couple days, but it was fun for a few hours. The morning started slow, and the wind came up early in the afternoon. In between was some fun on the middle flats. They were easier to approach, and easier to fool than their upstream neighbors.