After her fish swam off, I went back to focusing on the rising trout I had been working just upstream. So far the fish had not taken the first few flies I had to offer, so I tied on a split-winged PMD nymph, and coated the fly and my tippet with Orvis hy-flote paste. Splash, splash! I looked over to see that Silvia was into another fish.
“It took a little black nymph!” She said, as she brought it in quickly, then released it.
“There are so many fish here in this one spot, Aye!” Silvia said, before she went back to fishing.
With my fly caked with floatant, I presented it to the rising fish. My fly was just a dark speck on the surface of the water; one blink and it would be lost. The fly floated right over the fish and passed it. Splash! In a sudden burst of energy, the fish sprang into life, and took my floating nymph. I set the hook and my fish shook its head, trying to escape.
“Nice!” Silvia yelled, as I brought in my fish and took this picture of it underwater.
Our new location look promising, as we noticed fish rising. We did a little scouting around before Silvia found some fish rising to everything but her flies. Together we threw fly after fly, and the fish would simply come up and look only to refuse them. I moved out of the way and looked down to tie on another fly when Silvia yelled, “Got it!” Sure enough, her fly rod was doubled over with the fish.
“Not bad, for a Canadian!” I said.
“I used my Canadian fly.” She said, as she brought in her fish.
Silvia held out her “Canadian” crane fly pattern for me to look at, and I must say I had never seen anything like it.
“That’s an awesome fly!” I said, and indeed it was. She gave me a few, and I headed upstream to give it a try. Back downstream I could hear that Silvia had hooked another fish, but right in front of me was a feeding frenzy. Caddis had started to swarm and the fish were going crazy. Aggressive splashing indicated the fish were definitely keyed on the caddis. I pitched out Silvia’s fly, and as soon as it hit the water a fish took!
Silvia pilled off the road onto another dirt road that had sagebrush protruding all around. The branches screeched as they brushed up against the car.
“Don’t worry about the car; it’s a rental.” Silvia said to reassured me. We got out and headed through the thicket towards the water.
I led the way through the brush when a small movement caught my eye.
“FROGS!” I yelled, as I knelled down to look at them. The little frogs were hopping about carelessly as I observed. And apparently I was enjoying the frogs for a little too long, because Silvia chimed in, “Yeah, they're frogs. Let’s get oot of the brush, and into the water!”
The spot ended up being filled with spawning white sucker fish, and we quickly moved on to our final spot of the day. Just like the other day fishing with my brother, the last part of the day had significantly slowed down. We both hooked fish, but neither fish was brought in close enough for a picture. We walked upstream, noticing the fish were not keyed into the march brown hatch that was taking place.
With the lack of activity on the surface, I switched to a pico spider while Silvia searched with her crane fly pattern. Once more she hooked a fish, but it came unbuttoned almost immediately. I went back to searching with the pico and in the middle of a riffle, a fish came up and inhaled it!
“Gotcha!” I said, setting the hook. Sure enough, it was a solid hook up. The fish was only in a foot of water, and it came in quickly.
“Let me get a picture of you.” Silvia said. I handed her the camera and she got a shot of me holding my fish.
With a quick flick of the tail, my fish was gone. The day was winding down quickly, and Silvia’s arms were about as red as the leaf on the canadian flag.
“Ahhhh. That feels good.” She said, splashing water on her arms.
“I wasn’t expecting the weather to be so nice.” She said, “The only other long sleeve shirt I have is fleece.”
“And you didn’t want to where it in 70 degree weather?” I said, questionably. Silvia laughed as we headed back to the car.
“Now that was a fantastic day!” Silvia said, as we geared down. She had easily hit the double digit mark of fish caught today, ending a fantastic day on the water.
I’m was especially happy to meet and fish with Silvia. It seems that the more involved I become in the fly fishing world, the more people I meet in many different places, making the world seem that much smaller.