Indian Joe has told the story many times of his vision of a trico hatch on
Silver Creek. I was in the campground the first evening and everyone said
the hatch would be about 9:30 the next morning. One guy who came to fish the
hatch each year showed me his fly box--size 20 male trico's- female trico's-
wounded trico's-size 22 trico's with the same assortment. . He shared a
couple of flies and helped me pick out a good spot on the creek the next
morning. There were around ten guys standing spread out around the creek
watching a few large pods of trout swimming all around us as I cast again
and again close to them with no results--the other guys just waited.

At 9:32 it happened--TRICO'S everwhere- in your eyes- in the air -in the
water
how could you get a fish to take your fly while the water was covered with
live flies? I could not !
After casting unsuccefully for twenty minutes I decided to try a different
fly and caught a couple of 12 inch trout on a royal wuff..
as the hatch faded twenty minutes later I had to leave but shared a couple
of royal wuffs with my new friend who was still flailing the water
unsuccesfully with a size 24 spent wing tryco spinner or some sort of
thing.

Now if you want to talk about major hatches on land I could tell you about
the Love Bug hatch in Florida in 1943-- drivers wrecked their cars because
the couldnot see highway--women ran around nude as they ripped off their
cloths to get the bugs out of their underware