No ticks, but had our ups and downs. Put in mid-day below Ashton on the
Henry's Fork and fish were podded up keyed on something? I started with my
"change a fly every other cast routine" and hooked up on a floating,
green-drake nymph. I tied one on my wife's line and she hooked up.(I had
seen, one green drake on the water) Then nothing and fish were everywhere.
It sure looked like caddis pupa they were taking with snappy rises and no
adults, to speak of, visible. Then we watched a local, one guy in a boat,
play several fish and when we float by we yelled to him and he responds, "no
hackle flav". I found a #14, olive body and we hooked 6-8 more fish. You
could sit right on top of them, near the seam and pound cast after cast up
stream and strip back and every once in awhile, hook up. I'm sure that is
not what they were after, but they'd take an olive May, in the film, once in
awhile. There were some gulls, right in with them and you could watch fish,
bumping into the gulls. We landed one! Once the initial, down river run,
it was very difficult to bring them back to the boat. They were rainbows
and would sway, back and forth below the boat when you eventually gained
water(ground) on them; finally the hook would pull out. The wind blew like
crazy after launching and made it very difficult and exhausting.
Fortunately, you could anchor up close to fish. We wondered about the water
temp, after Island Park received all the snow, but waded wet, just not for
long! Jere
