If you have never fished a full blown BWO hatch as my client had not, it can be quite a sight. We had to stop and walk away from rising fish. It was getting late and our fingers couldn't tie on another dry fly. There were so many heads poking out of the water, I'd see naturals float down the river like a pinball, bouncing off of the rings of a rising trout and then bouncing off another, on down the river. For my Floridian clients, the snow was a thing of amazement. It was truly a great day on the water, even if the true magic happened in the last quarter of the day.
|Fighting another BWO eater|
|Right between the rocks.|
|The walk back to the car. It was beautiful!|
|Early on, before the rods were buried|