The Missouri continued to rage at over 11,000 cfs yesterday so we had to go low. No, not with nymphs, but to the bottom of the cooler where the beer was really really cold.
In fact while others had great success running teeny nymphs about ten feet down, we were stubbornly determined to catch them on top. The Senator spotted a pod of rising fish not long after we put on the river and we literally cast to them for three and a half hours. The currents were funky. We were anchored a little far. And the wind was having its way with us.
We threw a thousand flies at them (ok, perhaps a tinge of hyperbole but it certainly seemed like it!) These fish would not spook, but they really didn’t want much of anything we had to offer. Will everyone please quit telling these Missouri fish they are “blue ribbon trout” because not only is it a pompous and ridiculous term, it has clearly gone to their heads. They were such snobs yesterday! Undeterred, we both did manage to hook up in this pod, but man it was work.
We topped off a fun day on the water with a little nightlife in Craig, where The Senator wowed the crowds at open mic nite.
If these trout act like little blue ribbon divas again today I am going to start dipping all my flies in PBR and force feed them a dose of reality. I realize getting fish drunk is an unconventional strategy, but I think it’s got legs. I’ll let you know how it works out.