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Spent last week vacationing in Ely, MN. But I spent the last free
morning of my vacation at home, fishing the River. A cool, foggy morning gave way to as pleasant of a June day as anyone could want. Fishing started a little slow but soon picked up. There were bugs of every description. All of the late Spring hatches mixed together with a few Summer ones. Many varieties of mayflies, including Sulfurs, March Browns, Light Cahills, BWOs and what appeared to be a massive spinner fall of Tricos somewhere upstream (although its too early and cool for them to be about yet). No sign of any Hex, either in person or in proxy i.e., spider webs or nymphal shucks. There were all kinds of caddis. Two sizes of craneflies, the common little yellow and a much larger golden one. The stiff wind kept the water dotted with terrestrials. In short it was a smörgåsbord for insect eating fish. And they responded. They took Catskill type dries, Bivisibles, Parachute Adamses and Klinkhamers. But they seemed especially prone to the more flush sitting patterns like Pass Lakes (of course) and CDC and Elk caddis. To be honest, by the end of the day fishing became more of a compulsive activity than a sport. With each run giving up anywhere from two to ten fish, it soon became obvious that I'd lucked into a day where anyone could catch fish almost at will, little skill required. A better man than me would have packed it in and left the last mile of water to the trout and their food, finding a trail and walking up to the access point. But not being a better man I fished it instead. If the fish hadn't been brookies, each with their idiosyncratic, jewel-like appearance, it might have been boring. And I ended up wondering how I'll respond to a more normal fishing day, when each fish feels earned rather than given (however mistaken that feeling may be). All I know is that I felt punch drunk coming off the water, wearing a silly azzed grin as I talked to a guy at the access point. And I kept grinning on the drive home, while I mowed our vacation height lawn and into the early morning hours at work. I'm grinning as I type this right now. Must have been a good day. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0043a.jpg Foggy Morning http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0044a.jpg First Decent Fish http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0053a.jpg March Brown? http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0049a.jpg Pass Laked http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0057a.jpg Sleek Fish http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0060a.jpg Sunny, Bright and Still the Fish Rose http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0061a.jpg Spots http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2.../IMG_0062a.jpg Last Fish hth GeoC. |
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