easily the best looking brown i've caught in a while.
is it alright if i call you that? ok good.
because i know people have all kinds of names for you like the pickle or jimmy legs, or girdle bug but i like to drop the "pat's" and just call you "rubber legs". it's your best feature.
over the years i've really come to count on you and you deserve to know how i feel.
i know that you'll be there at those obvious time like on a freestone or during high water when a little more bulk goes a long way...
...what's that?.. no, no, no... i don't think your fat... i think you are perfect.
remember that day all those years ago when you surprised us both and we found out how well you work as a stealthy weight source on a technical nymph rig? you must wiggle just right too because those snotty, overfed tail water fish will sometimes be seduced by you even though you look like nothing like those skinny little midges they are always hanging around.
i love how simple you've made things for me at the vice. i used to have to maintain all these complicated relationships with such complicated patterns. they were so high maintenance i hated losing even one. but you have made it so carefree and fun to be bold. i leave you in trees and on the stream bottom all the time and after a few minutes at the vice we are back together just like old times.
i feel a little ashamed, but i'll just come out and say it... i even used to use a wing burner... there i feel better. who needs a wingcase anyway, let alone three?
i won't go and make any rash promises but if you keep this up, it's possible you could end up being the only stonefly for me.
a gold finch flickered in and out of the brush with purpose. a swallow tail bounced randomly higher through the air. the prickly pear cactus bloomed underfoot and then this fish ate my fly.
most times it's a person that breaks your heart.
but sometimes it's a hook that bends and pops out of one of the biggest rainbows
you've ever hooked.
a fish so big you want to dive in after it as it slowly swims away.
i'll give these hooks one more chance and i hope they won't hurt me again.
i thought it would be a good idea to take the family to some alpine lakes i fished about 6 years ago. I said things like "let's pack lunches and spend the day going from lake to lake", "the hiking was easy" and "if it gets hot you'll be able to wade around in the shallows".
like a total noob i had my family looking forward to all those things. i stopped in a fly shop and fly shop guy was like "yeah it should be really good up there. make sure you have a bunch of small dry flies" yep just like i remembered... except it wasn't...
fly shop guy was wrong and i was wrong. the winds were hollowing and as we climbed in altitude I watched the temps plummet. when all was said and done it was 40 degrees with gust 50+ mph. some of the smaller lakes were still under ice and there was plenty of snow to navigate to if you even wanted to get close to water.
under dressed and disappointed we ate lunch in the car. i snuck into a small creek that was high and cold with run off and managed a few brookies. we saved the day by getting well below the snow line and finding a place to hike and climb around in the warm 70 degree summer sun.
tough to think of a freshwater fish that doesn't like eating crayfish
doing my part to feed the 10 million mosquitoes you can't see in this photo.