Chilly And Windy
I'm afraid my dry fly fishing season is coming to an end, just based on what I experienced today. Neal and I left early to get in some fly fishing on a pretty little valley floor. While rigging up our rods, our conversation centered on how chilly it was up at 8,000 feet. It was our first day up here that really felt like autumn had arrived. We soon discovered that chill in the air didn't help our catching any, a bit too cold for the trout evidently. Add to that a bright, clear, sunny sky that's never a good factor for fishing up here. And then when it finally did warm up, the wind kicked up to a gusty level of not being able to see a bug in the sky. Yeah, I don't know where they all got blown off to on the mountain, but they were nowhere to be seen where we were fishing. Despite the conditions, we worked it hard all morning. To no avail. The conversation during lunch break wasn't whether we should change streams, but where could we fish that has more cover from this...
