My favorite bugs are getting scarcer. I love the little yellow stoneflies, or yellow sallies, and my wild trout do too.
In the evenings during May and June the air fills with the little golden flecks, sparkling in the waning sunlight like flakes of snow, and the trout lose all sense of decorum to nudge each other out of the way.
There were not very many of those little guys dancing over the water's surface last weekend, but I managed to escape the long weekend without getting skunked ... I caught a mess of trout on the third day.