Ephemera guttulata. The Broadwater will always be a sentimental favorite location with me but it was not the kind of Dry Fly on Fast Water sort of beat I had in mind for this evening's fishing so I continued to slowly work my way further downstream to a section of riffles, runs, pocketwater and pools, all within a short cast.
When I finally arrived at the Leaning Tree Pool I was surprised & delighted to have it all to myself at such a late hour. Recently vacated no doubt, so I rested it for a few minutes. It wasn't too long before I noticed my first couple of sparodic rises under said leaning tree, then a few quick ones out in front, and now out of the corner of my eye I think I may have seen a slashing rise or two up in the really fast water at the head of the small pool. It's the Heart of Saturday Night and the Green Drake hatch is in full swing on Penn's Creek. My first fish is a slow lazy riser out in front of some in-stream deadfall that turns out to be full of piss and vineagar when hooked and is close to 18" long when netted. It only got better from there on out with some of the best fish taking Green Drake duns right up in the fast pocketwater. Big fat wild browns rising to large dry flies in fast water right up past darkness at 10 pm, and most of them would take on the first drift if you got your presentation right. The much heralded Coffin Flies assembled in masses over the riffles around 9 pm and moved up and down the river corridor a bit but never hit the water in big numbers -that was ok, I already lost count of the number of of nice fish I had taken on the duns. A half moon rose over White Mountain to help light our way out of the dark gorge. It was now going on 10:30 pm and I had been up since 5 am that morning but I felt like I was still running on all cylinders. It would be midnight before I would get to bed and I had an early day to look forward to tomorrow.