Wednesday, June 7, 2017
That Sinking Feeling
TMC103BL in size 15.
Chartreuse Uni thread because I had it in the bobbin holder this morning.
Waxed pheasant hen tails (trout cannot count!).
Red wire - medium - for the abdomen.
Possum (Wapsi Awesome Possum in this case) for the thorax. Loose dubbed and picked a little.
Speckled Hen soft hackle. One and a half turns only.
Nice pronounced Chartreuse head.
I wrote of last weekend's outing that I was inadequately targeting fish on the bottom of the streambed. This fly will be my dropper on a dry-dropper rig. The wire will do for me what I need in the gentle flow I will fish Saturday night.
I'll probably use a medium Michigan caddis of a CDC DHC variety or a Jingler tied with a wrapped bit of foam in the underbody for flotation if I get around to finishing the flies.
I'm going to get my dozen of these Red Ass whipped up first.
I'm after nice browns this weekend and there is no reason the last six hours of light on Saturday will not yield some lovely fish. I'll be on the water until true dark.
Leaning towards smoked polish sausage on a grill gate beside the campfire.
Breakfast on Sunday morning?
Cat head biscuits and spicy sausage gravy. Strong coffee and lots of it.
You'll be sorry to have missed it.
I'm missing a dinner Saturday with some of my favorite trout fishermen; but, there are only so many weekends in June and come November, I'll be wishing I was out on every one of them.
I have to go. The river knows my name and its whisper calls to me more than a lover's coo.