Trout fishing in the mountains has picked up with the warmer temperatures. Water levels are not too bad, considering we're still behind last year's rainfall by about 5 inches. I had been fishing a CDC/Elk hair caddis, floating it on the surface before skitting it across the surface before letting it float just below the surface...an added attraction that makes the one fly fish like three different offerings. For two weekends, I nailed a ton of hatchery, stocked fish, mostly rainbows. They were fun, jumped a lot and some were even big.
This last weekend brought out the hatches. Toward evening with the sun disappearing behind the hills, the light cahills began their aerial dance, up and down, up and down.
Around 7 p.m. it looked like a miled snowstorm, though the flakes fluttered in all directions not just down.
The stockers, still used to eating trout feed at the hatchery I guess, ignored the dry flies for the most part.
I tied on a light cahill..a little cream colored fly...in a No. 14 and casts to rise rings. I'd spot a feed feeding, wait a few seconds and then put the fly in the middle of where the rise was. Bam...got 'im.
Mostly, I caught brown trout on the cream colored fly. The best fish came when I was almost ready to quit and head for the cabin. I hadn't seen Mrs. Koontz for a week.
The fish hit the fly on the surface, hard. He smacked that fly like it was a bad dog, then took off running in the other directions, making the reel sing as he took out more line.
It was a fine looking brown, full of gold and silver with ruby red spots on its flanks.
The new lightweight waders held up well. They are easy to get into and are comfortable to hike on the trail to get to faraway pools. They feel like a pair of khakis.
But for one of those days earlier this month, I fished in just boots and shorts. The water is warming up.