In mid-March, 2010, I made my way to a nearby stream on a beautiful sunny afternoon. The water was cold (43 degrees) so I decided to stick to the few slow, deep holes where the trout were likely to be stacked up.
I was fishing with some nymphs I’d tied up, at the end of a length of tippet dropping below a self-tied elk hair caddis I was using as a strike indicator. I’m not sure if it was the warm weather, a dumb rainbow, or just pure luck, but the first strike was on the caddis, and I caught my first fish of the season on a dry fly, and the first fish on a self-tied dry.
Okay, so it was a small, probably dumb fish, but it was still a lot of fun to catch a fish on a dry for the first time this season.
It turned out that the dry fly incident was kind of a fluke. Caught a pile of other fish, but only one more on dries. Waiting for warmer weather and abundant hatches, but for now I’ll take ’em any way I can get ’em!
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