On Jan 17, 11:34 am, "Larry L" wrote:
A thread or two below Hex hatches are mentioned with a note on micro-habitat


Got me thinking about Brown Drakes on Silver Creek.
I did that once.
The main (public) meadow was so overcrowded (during the day)
it was hard to bear. Parking was difficult.

Just before dark the armies swarmed out from their Winnebegos
and staked out standing-room only spots along the creek.
Certain mud-bank spots seemed to be more popular than others.

I considered bagging it.....reminded me of openning day in New Jersey.
Then, just before dark, the spinners showed up. They formed a long
snaking cloud, all oriented parallel to the center of the stream, as
if
lined up by a polarized light beacon. The all flew head first
upstream.
Billions of them. The birds went nuts. It was like Hitchcock's The
Birds
Is Coming. Enough spinners fell out of the air it became like a
hatch.
Fish were rising everywhere. I forgot all about the over crowding.
You didn't need to move. Within casting distance were dozens of
rising fish.

A #12 Parachute Adams worked better (during the spinners) than
the giant extended body flies they sold at the fly shops.

Then the spinner event started to taper off. And then it was dark,
and almost as suddenly the duns started coming off. You couldn't
see. But huge slurping noises came from everywhere. Head lamps
lit up on heads like giant fireflies. But those lamps were only good
for changing flies. You couldn't see to dry fly fish.

So you had to cast across and down, and set the hook when the line
tugged. After a catching a zillion fish, my blood lust was all leaked
out.
I went back to the rented condo in Ketchum, 40 some miles away,
and contemplated the day's events over a glass of good whiskey.