|A passenger in the car the next morning|
|The first of a few browns on the usual|
As the sun went down,a couple fish were working a riffle right in front of me. They would come up occasionally for something that I could match. More out of frustration than insight, I switched back to the nymph rig and worked the channel where I saw the rises. It only took a few good drifts before the Walt's worm connected with a hefty fish. After a couple of strong runs, I got my first look at the beast of a brown that I had hooked. I really wanted to land this fish so I worked hard to stay below the fish and managed to lead it through the faster moving, boulder filled run, around some large rocks at the tail of the run and into the softer pool below. Mike came up to give me hand and I eventually was able to get the net under it, which it just barely fit in. We measured the fish at an honest 20", my biggest Farmington brown to date. With Mike's help, we took a few pictures and released the fish.
|My best Farmington Brown to date (photo courtesy of Mike Shannon)|
We ended the evening fishing over some picky trout. I did entice a couple to take a small spinner but the fish were largely ignoring my fly. Lack of success and the maddening effect of being eaten alive by what we thought were mosquito led us to quit not long after dark. It wasn't until a drive the next morning that it all started to coming together in my mind. My wife said she was trying to get a flying ant out of the truck when the light bulb went on, flying ants! We were getting bit by flying ants and that is probably what the fish were keyed on the previous evening. This whole scenario has happened to me before and I should have remembered those maddening bites but it usually occurs much later in the summer around here. Hopefully, I will be more alert the next time I run into ants but at least I will have a few small flies in my box since I just put a few in the box!