It’s not as if my life is as stressful as your average air traffic controller’s, but at times the office feels like it’s growing bars on the windows. Still, if you’ve done it right, you live near a great trout river – and in those moments, you grab your gear and head for that river.

If your arrival on the river finds eight people from a company retreat – many of them with spinning rods – fishing the Upper Sac’s most technical dry fly water, then you simply pack up and move somewhere else (a temper tantrum wouldn’t help anyway).

Upper Sac beetle
Pretty blue beetle. He doesn’t look crazy with deadlines…

That’s how I ended up sitting on a rock next to Chris Raine, staring at a run I rarely fish, though because it came complete with a smooth tailout, nervous water, and fast-moving frothy water, it was wholly recognizable.

The cooler weather has brought some of the hatches out of hibernation; we hit a marginal PED hatch, and I happened to have the right Quigley Cripple in my box. When the water’s not frothy, it’s my go-to fly, especially on sparse hatches. It floats well (and when it doesn’t, you simply dust the front of it and keep fishing), and most importantly, it fools fish. Even picky fish.

Easy to tie, versatile enough to match any mayfly hatch, scales from #6 hexes to #22 BWOs… it’s become a classic, and with good reason. I like it enough that I’m going to try and interview Bob Quigley and get a few hints about fishing the thing. Stay tuned…
Quigley Cripple - fly fishing's best all-around hatch-matcher?
Last night’s chewed-up specimen. I appreciate chewed flies so much more than the fresh ones…

I ended up with one healthy 14″-15″ rainbow (you know the type), a couple in the 11″-12″ range, and a half-dozen other hookups with smaller trout. A success in every sense. By the time I arrived home, someone had even removed the bars in the windows – proof that fly fishing fixes most everything. See you in the mental health ward, Tom Chandler.