The river was clear as air, low, and a cold 40 degrees. Every rock, stone and stick on the bottom could be seen. When you looked carefully in the deeper, protected flows, quite a few trout could be seen.
Here's the bearded lad nymphing a fast run below a long, smooth pool.
And here's one of the wild browns I caught. This one took a scud, as did all the others with the exception of one that took a black zebra midge.
And here's the scud that worked so well. It's a simple tie; olive/gray fur with some clear antron mixed in, and a gold wire rib. Easy and very effective.
At one point, while Mr. Q fished, I stood above him on the top of the bank overlooking the pool listening to him tell me about a mutual acquaintance of ours. After he finished his story, I commented that the guy seemed pretty weird.
Mr. Q turned and shouted back at me, "We're all weird!"
"What the hell is it when we spend an evening sitting at a vise under a light tying flies with feathers and fur to catch fish on?" .........."THAT'S f&%#ing weird!"
Then he hooked a fish on a fly he had tied.............
To each his own. I'll take our weird over other weirds anyday.
Here's to a prosperous 2011 to all!
And sharpen those hooks.