Jere,
It sounds like you're having way too much fun. So far, it sounds like
I'm armed with the right flies.
Thanks for the reports.
Leland.
>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
