Spencer's sister, Meg, was in town and we decided to do a Yough River float while Grandma watched the twins for the day. Meg had fished with us before in Montana,...but was she ready for the Madison of the East ...the famed Yough??
Meg on a foggy Yough morning |
I have yet to see a prettier river |
Picking a line |
With summer flows, the fishing seemed to be better early in the day and later in the evenings. There weren't many bugs out today and nymphing was the ticket. This time last year, the dry fly fishing was just nuts on this river and this year, its been rather slow comparatively. Of course you'll see the killer whales rising to no-see-ums in a Henry's Fork style flat pool, but those fish are TOUGH! I want the trout that explodes for an Elk Hair Caddis or sucks down a big Slate Drake just for the hell of it. Where are those dumb Yough trout??
Watch that spikey dorsal fin! |
I will say, these southern gals can fish! Everyone caught fish on this trip ... everyone, but me. haha. Granted, I did the rowing, but I did fish a few runs when we anchored up and I still threw a goose egg. But I was so super stoked that both Meg and Spence caught fish, that I didn't even care. Meg even caught Mr. Bronzeback which left her with a puncture in her hand from his spikey top fin. Hey, at least it wasn't a hook in her head this time (still sorry bout that one.)
We finished out the day with a couple cold beers after the trip (and out of the park.) We could have used a bit more turkey on the lunch sandwiches, but we survived. It was a great day and super fun float.
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