I know it was a long time ago but
in grade school we used to play a game called 5 minutes in heaven. It was a
different time but the game consisted of when it was your turn you got to pick
a girl from the group that was hanging out and go under the stairs with her for
five minutes. Just kissing a girl and hoping that she liked it in those days
truly was 5 minutes of heaven. Cat and I got to fish today and it was like
playing that old game but instead of 5 minutes it was an hour and a half and
there was no exchanging saliva. The river was slow when we arrived but at right
around 1:00 the river just exploded. For an hour and a half it seemed that
almost every good cast produced a take. We were still missing quite a few but
it sure was a blast but it didn’t really seem to matter because you could just
make it up on the next cast. Between the two of us I would guess we hooked at
least thirty, and in my best Forrest Gump voice, one minute they just stopped.
Fish were on the FOD and the J-bomb scud. When we were up at the Taylor I
watched something really strange happen, tons of mayflies were hatching and for
some reason I had just as many, if not more hits on my midge. So today when the
mayflies started hatching I started changing up my trail fly and they just
seemed to really like the j-bomb. As I said at around 2:30 they just stopped
and we only hooked three or four over the next hour and a half. I heard a
friend say that fishing was so good today; it should have been last week. Yep
it was that good…As always thanks for reading, Connell, Cat, Winston, and The
Drift Fly Shop….
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