A Day At The Lake

Hello everyone! This is Cat writing today, and I hope you all had an amazing weekend.  Today The O’Grady family (Connell, Cat, and Brandon) made the trek to Wahatoya Lake. 

After careful planning (thank you Connell) we were able to fit 2 pontoon boats, 1 float tube, all the fishing equipment three avid (and gear head) fly fisherman need, air pumps, fins, 3 fisherman, and 1 cooler into my X-terra.  Needless to say it was a tight fit, but full with fish hope the hour and a half squeeze passed quickly.

We have come to adore this lake over the years, and today didn’t disappoint.  We got to the water about eight and the weather, and more importantly the wind, was ideal.  Connell’s rig was in the water a total for two minutes and we had our first fish on.  Though out the rest of the day we all landed several fish and hooked many more.  Typically we don’t count, but today Connell wanting to know exactly how many he boated.  He ended the day with 32 and the largest fish was a healthy seventeen.  Brandon and I both landed several fish as well, but Connell got the big fish……this time J  Typically the average sized fished landed in this lake is 16 inches and tops out around the twenty inch mark, but today the average was closer to 14 inches.  The numbers however, made up for the lack of size.

On a finial note, I got a first today!! For the first time ever I landed a crawdad on a fly rod….. it’s ok to laugh at me having pride in that, I know it’s silly, but it was the coolest thing.  I had what I thought was a light hit and then set the hook.  As I brought in the “fish” I thought “wow this thing must be tiny.”  When it broke the surface I just about shrieked.  My brain couldn’t wrap around what I was seeing at the end of my line.  Lifting it out of the water I figured it out quickly but was concerned about how I was going to get the hook out of it.  This turned out to not be a problem though.  The crawdad was not hooked but was holding on.  He had his claw clamped down on my fly.  It wasn’t until he was dangling five or so feet above the water that Mr. Crazy Crawdad decided to let go.

Enjoy the pictures below and as always thanks for reading!! Cat, Connell, Brandon, and Pinchie the fly loving crawdad.

 

The Tail Wag!!!!

  Hello all, I can’t say many things give me those warm fuzzies quite like a big, earthshaking, rythmatic, tail wag. Now before you clean minded people get offended and you dirty minded people get to excited, I am talking about my dogs. When I get home from work everyday, Winston and Mushka always seem to meet me at the door with Mushka spinning in circles and Winston with his football in his mouth and both have their tails wagging about twenty miles per hour. They seem so happy that I am home. When we happen to leave for any extended period of time is when things can get interesting. When we return home, Winston will get so excited that he can’t help but to try and jump up at us, now he knows that is not okay, but he just can’t help himself. Halfway up in the air you can see he remembers he’s not supposed to jump up and you can see his hind legs partially buckle from his inner battle between glee and minding and for the next few hours he will follow me around the house and by the next day everything is back to normal. Mushka, on the other hand does anything but normal. After an extended away time, she greets us at the door with an absolute tail wagging frenzy and then quickly heads to our room and hides under the bed to let us know how angry she is with us being gone, we have tried at times to talk her out from underneath but she snorts a quick growl and we leave her alone. The next morning, our normal routines return. Those earthshaking tail wags make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside that I think I will start giving my fishing reports in a one to five wag scale.

  Wednesday evening Cat and I returned to our river in hopes of finding our river wagging its tail at us(5 wag). Friday evening I made another trip and found the river to be at times like both our dogs. The flows had been steadily dropping over the last few weeks and the 600cfs levels told us it was time to give her a whirl. The first thing we noticed was that clarity was basically zip. I was hoping for the tea green but it was definitely brown. We headed down to one of our favorite spots and hooked a few fish, then I headed to a place that I knew would be hot and didn’t bump a fish. We hooked several but the biggest fish must have been eating from his tail, or maybe the water was even to dirty for him to see. Fishing is not easy or very pretty right now(one or one and a half wag) but if you live here, might as well spend an evening or two on the Ark, See how she treats you.

 As you can see by my report, the river is much like our dogs. At times it nearly jumps in our lap being so glad we are back fishing and other times it’s hiding under the bed just giving us a growl. We are never really sure what the water will do but my hope is that it drops to about 300 and stays there through the end of August. I can only guess from last year’s clarity issues but I think it is something we will be dealing with well into the fall. Fish were on Depth Chargers, True Bloods, Hare’s Ears, and Winston caddis. Looking forward to getting back on the river and seeing the hot sexy tail wag but for now I guess I’ll just have to enjoy being on the water. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Mushka and The Drift fly Shop want to thank you for reading and have a 5wag day….

Master Your Craft"s"

  Hey all and thanks for checking in to The O’Grady Flyfishing Adventures. One of the things that I pride myself on is the fact that I believe that if anything is worth doing, then it is worth doing right. It seems that most of my life, in addition to WORK, I have found myself bouncing from one obsession to another and after feeling as though I have gotten to my apex, I move to the next. At the young age of 10, I won the city of Omaha diving championship, the next year it turned to BMX, where I won several trophies. In college it was ping pong, basketball, billiards and then I saw the mountains and all I wanted to do was ski faster than everyone else. As age got the better of me, golf, softball, guitar and finally Fly fishing has taken over. I have “worked” hard at perfecting my craft and about the time I think I know it all, I realize that I don’t know the proverbial squat. Earlier this year, my family was invited to spend an evening with Cody, and one evening opened a whole new way to fly fish. Cat and I have had many invitations over the years to float fish but have never been able to put the pieces together to make it work. Most of you know our good friend and “Lake” guy Cody, not sure why we call him that cause he puts a hurt’n pretty much every where he fishes, but he has decided that his newest obsession will be to become the best float flyfishing guide of all time. Now one of the great things about being friends with someone like Cody is that he needs schleps like Cat and I in order for him to hone his craft. Sunday looked like the perfect day since the weather looked to be scorching hot, and “Great Friends” like Cat and I were totally ready to help Cody hone his craft.

  The drive up was less than exciting looking at the river that should have been brought to you by Hershey’s, but remember, this was all about helping our friend. When we got on the water I was totally relieved to land my first fish in the first few casts so I really didn’t have much to worry about after that. The fishing most of the day was hot and cold. Hook several and then wait ten minutes or so. My fishing moment of the day was watching this little 10incher slowly bring his nose to my fly, hesitate for a sec and then suck it in. Makes me smile just thinking about it, I had forgotten how cool it is to watch fish hit the surface. At one point Cody let me row for a while and even though I was excited I was really nervous, this is Cody’s NEW boat. The first half a mile or so went pretty good and then Cody told me that just ahead was an area called the Rock Garden and started giving out directions. Most of our readers know how well I do with directions and as we were entering the rapids the thought of killing us all started filling my head, when Cody started telling me which way to aim the bow. What the heck is a bow I said? He slapped me once in the right side of my head and said that way, jkjk but as we rolled out of the rapids, I nearly released my bowels and adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I rowed for a while more and before we entered the serious stuff, Cody jumped back on the oars. Cottonwood rapids and the black hole were an absolute riot. After my little stint of rowing I watched Cody a little for the rest of the trip. I realized how good he has already gotten with the “little rows” and going through one of the serious rollers I watched as the boat begin to turn he did this thing with his oar that I don’t think I could even explain and the boat straightened , and we bounced down the run. What a pleasure it was to watch.

  Now do I want to go out and buy my own boat and learn to do what Cody can do? Not yet, but I think Cat and I will try to “help” him as much as we can. Hehe. A big shout out and thanks to Cody, he has brought so many cool new adventures to us. Lots of fish hooked today and Cat had the prize to the net, about a 14inch brown, and if asked if it was a good day fishing, the answer would be it was way better, I got to hang out with some of my good friends today.  

  The river in town seems to be improving a little and I hope to make it over one day this week, we will keep our readers informed when the river wakes up. As always, Catt, Connell, Winston, Cody and The Drift Flyshop want to thank you for reading…..

 

Taylor River 2014

  Hello all and thanks for checking back in to the O’Grady Flyfishing Adventures. I had a friend come into the shop last week and while looking me in the eye he exclaimed that he had a serious problem with me. If you know me at all, then you know that this didn’t bother me a bit…NOT!! Inwardly, my heart cried just a little as I snarkingly said “whatever.” He then went on to explain that it had been four weeks since my last blog, and that he and our other followers expect a little more consideration, and a little more writing. Well just like the Grinch, my heart began to swell to 100 times its regular size and my emotions ran back in forth from joy, to humility, and then to pride. I tried to explain that I need to fish before I can write and that a new blog was on the horizon, so to all of those who have been patiently waiting ….. Thanks and here you go.

   As I sit down today and break the rust off my keyboard, I have been reflecting on our yearly trip to the Taylor and hope that you all find the story and the video as delightful as I do.

  I have written before about how our trips to the Taylor are more about family, camping, nature experiences, and the ability to turn my cell phone off for three days more so than the fishing. This year however, seemed a little different. Cat, Brandon, Winston and Jimbo were there from the family and Kevin and Brenda, our friends, made it this time as well. So, with all the family fishermen there, it was a little more about the fish domination than usual. With that in mind, I think I learned a little more about why these trips are so special, they seem to bring me back to my fishing roots.

 I remember when I was in high school and taking a vacation to Yellowstone and the surrounding area, the scenery was breathtaking and the desire to actually catch a trout was nearly overwhelming. I remember sitting on the Shoshone River with my night crawlers weighted to the bottom for hours waiting for a bite. The wind would blow and I would set the hook and reel as fast as I could to check for fish. It was always the same, a big wet dead worm that had been washed clean by the river. I would cast out again and find myself begging and bargaining with God to please let me catch one. Years later, The C&R section of the Taylor can put me in a similar state of mind.

  We are lucky enough to spend most of our time on the Amazing Ark tailwater and are lucky to be close enough to the river that so much of our fishing is during the two or three hours of each day when we know the fish will be feeding the hardest. With that in mind, so often I feel like I own this section of the Arkansas. Not so much the case on the Taylor. Thursday, we got on the water at 9:00am and finished at just after 6:00pm without a lunch break or anything to drink. Friday we were back on the water at nine again and fished until 9:00pm with an hour lunch break. Saturday was 9:00 until 7:00 with a half hour break and Sunday we fished until we nearly fell over. The river at times was so much fun, the fish would move into feeding lanes and three or four casts in a row you would get hookups and then the fish would turn off and move into zombie mode. This zombie mode would seem to last forever and that was when my fishing roots would return. Okay God, make them eat and I will….fill in the blank. Another ten minutes and back to, God why have you forsaken me. And then without warning the fish would start eating again and I would forget all my promises. Okay, I might be over exaggerating a little but I think you get the point. It is difficult to feel total fish domination when the River sometimes throws you curves.

  The trip itself was incredible, lots and lots of rain. Cat as usual; found some incredible bugs and caught lots of fish. The scenery, weather, food, family and friendships were incredible. We also met lots of new friends. We all did pretty well at times, Jimbo went off for about an hour on Saturday hooking up on seeming every other cast. Brandon, was consistent but will dream about his last hookup of the trip for a while. Kevin, pounded out fish day after day and I caught a few myself. I landed two fish at just over twenty one inches and lots of dinks and at times felt like I knew what I was doing. Winston thoroughly enjoyed the cool air, camp food, and the ability to run back and forth to all our fish for photo bombing. I would have to say that he was pretty upset with the two blue jays we had in camp. B and Jimbo would throw peanuts and the birds would swoop down and get them before Winston could, he had the look that was easily read as “this is seriously wrong.”

  On the way home Cat and I were listening to the radio and we heard an oldie but great song and like usual, changed the words, we realized that we just summed up our Taylor 2014 trip. Please sing along, I know you will know the song.

 

   Standing in the Rain, with his head hung low

  Couldn’t catch a fishie, even throwing roe

  He heard the splash of a fish, he could picture the scene

 Turned his head to the sound, and like a distant stream

 He saw one fly rod, just blew him away

 Saw stars in his eyes, and the very next day

 Bought a beat up flyrod, in a second hand store

Didn’t know how to cast it, but he knew for sure

 That one flyrod, felt good in his hands

Didn’t take long, to understand

Just one flyrod, fished way down below

Was a one way ticket, only one way to go

So he started flyfishing, ain’t never gonna stop

 Gotta keep on flyfishing, someday gonna make it to the top

      And be a Trout bum hero

 In a River without a name, in a heavy down pour

 Thought he passed his own shadow, by the Hog trough hole

 Like a trip through the past, that day throwing bait

 And that one flyrod and his whole life changed

So now you gotta keep fishing, Ain’t never gonna stop

Gotta keep on fishing, somday gonna make it to the top

  And be a Trout Bum hero.

 

 Well we laughed the rest of the way home and now have that song now fully entrenched in all our memories. While going through the footage for the video we realized that as long as our cameras are rolling we pick up some incredible and hilarious things. The stamp on the outhouse wall must be for me after eating camp food and watch to the end for a huge laugh, but be observant. Connell, Cat, Winston, Brandon, Foreigner, Kevin and The Drift Fly shop want to thank you for putting with my writing. Enjoy the Video…

 

Delaney Butte's Memorial Weekend Extravaganza 2014!!!!!

Veni, Vidi, Vici, Fishies

     Hello all, and thanks for checking in on the O’Grady Flyfishing Adventures Blog. Since this blog will be posted the day after Memorial Day, I want to start out by thanking all the brave men and women of the military that have given their lives so that I can live in a free society.

     If you have been a long time follower of this blog, you will remember me talking about a longtime friend of mine named Mark. Many years ago Mark gave me my first taste of Flyfishing by taking my father and I to the Frasier River. That was a long time ago, and my friend Mark has evolved his addiction to spending most of his time fishing on the Delaney Butte Lakes in North Park Colorado. When Mark and I reacquainted ten or so years ago, he raved so much about the Delaney’s that my interest was definitely peaked. Now Cat and I along with my brother in law, the “infamous” Jimbo, have been making the trip the last five years, and learn a little more about the lakes each year. Every visit has brought new experiences, from being totally blown off the water, to a really bad sunburn, to so little wind that nothing was feeding, and the fishing itself seemed different every year. Last year’s trip was so fulfilling that Cat and I had been tying for the whole last year in anticipation of this year’s trip. In addition to Cat, Jimbo and I, this year we would also be fishing with Jim’s brother Doyle, a relatively new flyfishing addict. I bought a new Winston B-3X (imagine that) 9 and a half foot 6 wt. just for the trip, and had been watching the weather anxiously the last few weeks. May saw some warm days and the beginning of the early season feeding and then ten days prior to our arrival, Mother Nature dropped 16inches of the white stuff on the ground, keep in mind, we sleep in tents on the ground while we are up there.

    Last year’s trip was so much fun except for one problem, by the time we made it to the lake, all the camp sites on the South side of the lake were taken and we ended up camping on the North side. The morning’s calm row was manageable but the afternoon winds always seemed to make the row back miserable, but we went because all the fish were on the South side of the lake. This year I was determined to get the right camp site and went up a day early and nearly pee’d myself with glee when the site I wanted was open. Cat and I set up camp and before doing any fishing did the only thing any semi-sane angler would do when fishing the Delaney’s, go talk to Mark. Now Mark was extra busy this year because his sister and brother in law were there to see him. When we got over to Mark’s trailer and even before our hellos, Mark said fishing had really been sucky and the water was still too cold, he was hoping that by Friday, maybe the fish would start eating again. Being that this was my second day off of work this year, I wasn’t about to let the conditions ruin my trip. After a quick reunion, Cat and I headed over to the lake. We found a few cruisers and jumped in. We had only been fishing a few minutes and we both landed a couple of huge fish, could the master of the Delaney’s be wrong? (hehe not likely) We headed back to our camp site and jumped in our pontoons and fished the next few hours. Only one dink was brought to the net and I began to worry a little. Cat threw streamers that evening and the colors of the evening were breathtaking. No photo shop was done on the colors in the video. Thursday morning Cat and I made the short row over near the dam where all the fish were last year. We fished most of the day with two dinks and one quality fish to the net and when we got back to camp I came up with one of the dumbest things I have ever said to make us feel better, “It doesn’t take great fishing to make a great fishing trip.”  Okay, dumb but really true when you are with the right family and friends. Jim and Doyle showed up and headed over to South Lake and we followed suit. We caught a few good fish but nothing like the feeding frenzy of last year. While heading back to North, we stopped and talked to Mark and he said he actually did pretty well on the North side of the lake, “you got to be kidding me” I thought. Friday morning Cat and I decided we would row all the way to the North end of the lake and search for fish (a twenty five minute row, one way with no wind). We zigzagged back and forth for a few hours and ended up at the other side of the lake when we started to see a little action. A quick breakoff followed by a few dinks and then we found the MOTHER LODE. For an hour and a half it was hard to throw your junk in the water without a beast of a fish trying to pull you, your rod, and your boat under water. At one time I knew exactly what chief Brody felt when he said “I think we are going to need a bigger boat”.

     As the clouds built we decided we better get back before the lightning came in. That evening Cat wanted to throw streamers and she landed an absolute horse of a fish. Saturday morning we made the long row again and saw that a few of the boats that had seen us catching fish the day before were sitting in the spot where we had been. I’m not sure if I was flattered or irritated but we ended up anchoring about forty yards over. My flies had barely touched the water and my indicator exploded underwater, I set the hook but nothing was there. I put a huge smile on my face, but it was ten minutes before my next take. Then the flood gates opened and the next two hours produced takes almost every time our flies hit the water. I talked a little about the strength of these fish last year, and it seemed that the fish had roided up even more this year. The fish would dive and with no current, they would use depth to their advantage. I tried to land every fish as quick as possible, the 22inch brown out of the Arkansas a few weeks ago took one minute and twenty two seconds to get in, but one of these bows over the weekend took over three minutes to land. He was tired when I got him to the surface and so was I. With the fear of wind coming in Sunday and missing our dogs so much we thought about coming home a day early. Rowing back to the camp site we saw five guys screaming and jumping about the “Huge” fish they caught on the “brown” one after catching the morning fish on the “tan” one, they pulled it up on the shore and on to a stringer, we knew it was time to go home. Such is fishing on the holidays.

  The trip was another AMAZING experience in North Park. Jim seems to really be getting the hang of lakes and Doyle landed a few as well, a new addict for sure. The pelicans were thick, the surrounding mountains were breathtaking, the company was amazing, and we even had a giant brown “in respect for Winston” photobomb a video clip.  Our Memorial weekend (unofficial start of summer) drive home consisted of five hours of rain, two snow storms, and three hail storms (thank you Al Gore for ending global warming). The video is a little long but we think it is well worth your time to watch.  In the past I had used hard rock, but in searching for this video I learned something, I like some Folk and therefore must be getting up there in years.

The rivers should be unfishable for a while so hopefully this video will inspire you all to get to a lake. As Always, Connell, Cat, Winston, the Greshams, want to thank you for reading….

 

The On Switch.....

  One of the truly great things about flyfishing is that if you want to, you can always learn something new. It’s funny how I spend so much time on tailwaters that at times I begin to think that I know it all. Luckily for me I get to hear so many different flyfishing idealoligies that I hope I will continue to learn new strategies till the day I die. Many years ago in my pre flyfishing days I spent a little time at the reservoir and found it to be a really difficult place to fish. I would go for hours without so much as a bump and even though I would get frustrated, I couldn’t wait to give it another try. After moving strictly to flyfishing, I kind of lost my desire to fish the reservoir until the last few years of listening to our lake guide Cody talk about the reservoir. Cat and I were lucky enough to meet Cody several years back and Cat and I had the pleasure of teaching and learning from him over the years. Cody and Alex were part of a DOW video a few years back and the action of the video totally peaked my interest. Cody offered to take us anytime we wanted but the conditions last year just never turned on. Cody was expecting this year to be good, and advised the shop employees that hopefully by mid May the Reservoir should turn on. He had been out several times and in April and early May and said the water just hadn’t warmed up enough. On Friday, Cody walked into the shop with that big old grin, which can only come from two things, and said that today was the day. He went on to tell me that the fish that were nowhere to be found five days prior , had began to move into a place where they can be caught. Saturday evening he invited us to go out with him on his boat.

  Cat, Brandon and I accepted the invite and met him Saturday after work. Cody treated us like clients and said he had everything we needed. I would love to say that I wasn’t skeptical due to my earlier years attempts on that piece of water, but I thought even if we didn’t catch fish, I couldn’t think of better company to spend my Saturday evening with. Once in the boat, Cody sped us over to the spot he wanted us to begin and my family was to prideful to start and asked him to show us the way to catch these fish. He casted twice and then with a quick strip set, the rod bent over and I just smiled, it was so awesome to watch someone truly masterful at his craft. Cat was so excited that she jumped up next and a few casts in she hooked and landed another smallie. Cat then went on to land a few more and then it was my turn, a few casts and my first reservoir, flyfishing smallie. Cody set up another rod and got Brandon into the action as well. Cody reiterated to us about how late last week the switch just turned on and everything changed and the next six weeks or so should be very productive. We fished until dark and had an absolute blast, we caught lots of smallies, a large mouth and I even landed a walleye. I have to admit, on the drive home that evening, buying a boat bounced around in my head a little. I don’t think that will happen so I will make sure we stay on Cody’s good side.

  If you have ever considered learning to flyfish the reservoir, I think this is the time to call the shop and book Cody for a trip. It looks as if the river will have a little reprieve this week but we don’t really think that will last very long. I know Cody’s time is filling up fast so set your trip quickly. I wish we had more pics from the other night, I can’t believe I forgot a camera. Maybe it was my subconscious skepticism, I won’t make that mistake again. As always, Connell, Cat, Winston, Cody(the res whisperer), and The Drift Fly Shop want to thank you for reading…..
 

 

 

To check out the video of Cody and Alex slaying the fish on Pueblo Rez click HERE

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Kinks.......

  Yesterday on the river sure felt like a trip through memory lane. I was quite a fan of music when I was younger but things were so different then. We didn’t have i-pods or music playing cell phones so our  music listening consisted of sitting at home with our 33’s, the radio, cassettes, or the best of all going to seven dollar concerts. I was a huge Zep fan followed by many others including Skynard, AC\DC, Rush and even a little lesser know band the Kinks.  I remember the Kinks announcing they would be in Omaha and I was definitely excited but not sleeplessly fidgeting waiting for the concert. It turned out that just before the concert I found out that a few friends were going to be there so I hooked up with them. We got to the concert and actually made it close to the stage and only about 7 or 8 rows of people in front of us. It seemed that every concert I had been to at this point was either incredible or a total bust and I was just waiting to see what the night would bring. I don’t remember the opening act but when the Kinks came out we were thrilled to see we were on about ten feet or so from Ray Davies. From Ray’s very first words I could tell that he was there to entertain the crowd. The songs pounded out loud and perfect and the entire crowd was jumping with the band. After just a couple of songs, the auditorium went quiet and he strummed the opening lick to Lola and the crowd roared even louder. As the crowd quieted, Ray looked at his brother and said “ they are not ready for that one yet” and then went on to play something else. Well a few songs later they played Lola and it just seemed to put us all over the top.

  I don’t remember how long the concert actually lasted but I remember having a difficult time getting back to my car because I was so exhausted from screaming, dancing and just jumping around. At that time the Kinks became a close second in my book to Zep.

  I was sitting around Wednesday evening and I saw that Thursdays weather was looking to be rainy and then I looked at DWR website and saw that the flows had been dropped. I was interested but not through the roof excited because the higher flows sure have put a slow down on my favorite way to fish, sight fishing. I got to the water at around noon and went straight for the brown I have been stalking for the last few weeks. He was not there so I then moved into the next spot. I could see fish and so I slithered in below them and presented my flies. First cast of the day was a hookup and a quick long distance release. Two casts that produced zilch and the third was money, a hard take, a quick battle and one of my best bows in a while to the net, a 21incher. It felt a little as if Ray had gone ahead and played Lola as the second song of the evening. A few more casts in that run and a 17incher to the net. I moved back up river and got a glimpse of the brown but before I could get in place he was gone. I moved into the next run and first drift was another fish. I sat in that run for an hour and it seemed that every other cast produced an All day and All Of The Night, Superman, Pressure Pressure, Paranoia. When I began to get a little tired I moved down river and jumped into another one of my favorite runs. Cast after cast it was Low Budget, Destroyer, 20^th Century Man, and You really Got Me….

 Well around three or so the fish finally began to slow and I was worn out. I’m not sure how many fish I actually got to the net, I will make excuses and blame my poor landing percentages on the faster water but the hookups had to be in the thirty or forty range. Only saw a few other anglers on the water but I really left the river yesterday with that same feeling I had that night long ago when I left the Kinks concert…Ahhhhhhhhhh, I love this river and can’t wait to get back.

  We have no idea how long these flows will last so if you get a chance to get out do it. The flows are still pushing 600cfs so be extremely careful while wading, don’t become a statistic. Fish were on FOD, and a Ninja all day yesterday. Not sure why but when the BWO’s were popping the hardest, the fish moved exclusively to the Ninja. Hope you all have an incredible mother’s day and as always, Connell, Cat, Winston, The Kinks, and The Drift Fly Shop thank you for reading…….