With the rest of my family treaveling, I had plans for fishing a lot this past weekend. The forecast wasn’t too encouraging with heavy rain predicted for Friday through Saturday morning. When Friday came I was watching the radar to make a call whether the hour drive to the Farmington was worth it or not. The storms were following two parallel fronts running NE and from what I could tell, the river was going to be sitting in between so I went. As they say, "the best time to fish is whenever you can".
|A dreamy fog that covered the river|
The first couple hours were dry but the fishing was pretty dead. At about 5:30, I headed to the spot I wanted to fish til last light. Fish were starting to rise. I drifted a pair of nymphs through where I spotted a rising fish and connected briefly with a rainbow. A quick leap and it was free. With more rising fish, I decided to switch rods so I headed back to the car to set up to fish dries and grabbed my raincoat.
It wasn't long before the rain started and it continued the rest of the evening alternating between periods of light rain and more intense showers but the fish continued to rise regardless. A #20 olive parachute was all that was needed to take rising fish in the dreamlike fog the shrouded the river, the result of the combination of warm air, rain, and cold water at the water's surface. As the light finally faded in darkness the river became quite again.
|A rainbow that took a small sulfur|
Saturday was a bright clear day, in stark contrast to the day before. I headed up about mid afternoon and decided to fish the same area as the night before. While olives were on the menu in the rain, the clear day brought some small sulfurs out and I did pretty well early in the evening on #20 light comparaduns. Around sunset the fish continued to rise but the the fish were no longer interested in the small light fly so I switched back to the olive parachute but it failed to attract any attention. I did manage one on a Griffth’s gnat (#22) and picked up the last fish of the night on the olive parachute but I think the fish had started taking small spinners (22/24) but try to tie on of those one in fading light!
Two successive nights with different weather brought fish to the surface but each night was a different affair in terms what the fish were taking. That’s what is so interesting about fly fishing, each new day brings different conditions that you have to figure out. What worked the night before often doesn’t bring the same success.