So why did I bother going? Because I needed to go. And, I had this mistaken romantic idea that I would somehow be more hardcore, more dedicated, and maybe even LOOK cooler to all those folks driving by in their cars. In short, I pictured myself in one of those badass pacific northwest photos of a guy standing in a perfect stream in a stunning landscape, casting effortlessly and presumably landing big fish as the snow falls all around me.
|This is not me and this is not my photograph. But this IS the way I pictured myself.|
My first stop was the homewater. It was effectively blown out. I could have skipped going to the stream by simply paying attention to the warning signs along the way.
|Field run-off with more CFM that some streams....|
|Higher than usual, and off color, but still fish-able|
Once home, I decided I still wasn't done thinking about fishing, so I set to the task of photographing some midges that I tied up last night. My friend Tim had come over and we managed to knock out a bunch of flies to help fill our respective flyboxes, worked our way through a 12 pack of Spotted Cow, and generally talked smack about all of our fishing experiences. Good times.
Here are a couple of my best efforts:
The nice thing about tying midges is that they go fast. You can tie up an army of them in very little time, so I think I am set on them for a bit. I was going to name them, but a glance through a book that Tim had left with me about tying and fishing midges showed me that there are so many versions of every type and color of midge or emerger that I just don't have the creative energy to name them. So they will go down in my books as more from the "Betta effing work" series of midges/emergers.
Maybe some day folks from all over the world will tie them and call them simply BEW midges.... Right. This has the same promise as that mental image of me on the stream that I started with: A nice thought...but not likely to happen in real life.