Some said it was an off year because of the June flood. Perhaps. If that was the case, I can’t imagine what an “on” year is like. We did have some slow fishing, but come to think of it, that was only when we were intentionally taking it slow by fishing the easy, close to town accesses when we needed a break. In the end, you still need to fish, not merely show up.
Native fish in their home waters, going about their business since the last ice age. I can’t wait to get back.
Nymphs will take plenty of westslope cutthroats, and you’ll tangle with 3 of these for every trout.
Before they begin their life of crime, they eat lots of nymphs:
Local color. Fernie Court House:
More local color. Pink flanked cutthroat:
If the Wigwam had the World’s Finest Pool, the Elk River has the World’s Finest Gravel Bars:
It’s mid-August and we’re not fishing trico’s.
Had enough? Never. We’ll fish the evening rise to baetis, green drakes, flav duns and spinners well into the moonlight.
Then swing a wet fly when it's too dark to track a dry, and too dark to continue our photo essay.
Thanks for looking. See you soon.