After exposing the terror war being perpetrated on fish, I looked out the window (as fly fishermen often do), and noticed it was snowing lightly.
And that air temperatures were hovering around freezing.
Hot damn.
That my friends, isn’t just snow.
That’s BWO Snow.
A couple calls later, and Wayne and Steve and I are gearing up and heading for the river – a stretch known for its BWO hatches.
Bolstered by a few tiny BWO flies sent by a sympathetic Undergrounder – and wearing the latest warm-weather stuff (Patagonia’s Micro-Puff jacket) – I’m ready to do what I couldn’t do before (namely catch trout in the midst of a BWO hatch).
Even as you envy my soon-to-be-freezing ass, say a quick prayer for me. The bugs are tiny, the trout are picky, and I’m out of practice.
See you on the river (really), Tom Chandler.
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All three of you suck. SmellsLikeFish(Quote)
Snowed here also, no BWO’s but the Midgeing was great.
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