Just One Black Caddis

After a fun week seeing the beautiful landscapes of New Mexico last week, I woke up this morning in the mood for fly fishing. I quickly checked the pack to see if the essentials were there. Stuck one fly box in my shirt pocket. Grabbed my old faithful WT 7' 3wt rod, a SST3 reel, and I was off for a day of fishing.

When I got to the stream, everything looked great for a good day of fishing. Bugs were flying everywhere. The sky was perfect with just a few patches of blue showing between the clouds. And, the stream flow was  great with a stained hint of tea. I couldn't ask for better fishing conditions.

The wild brown trout were active and when I got to the point of not caring if I hooked another fish, I turned around and started fishing my way back to the truck. A funny thing happed on my way back. I was casting a line into a seam of a run, when I heard strange grunting noises behind me. I could tell there was suffering and strain accompanying those grunts and I turned around to find a guy half way up a vertical rock wall...he was stuck in one place. I watched for a while and then left him with his buddy to figure things out. Yeah, I have always preferred being on solid ground.

Gear: Winston WT 7' 3wt fly rod; Bauer SST3 fly reel; Black Elk Hair dry fly all day (same one).

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