I am used to seeing a hatch of these cranes along the Austin skyline…
but I’ve never seen a hatch of actual crane flies here. As in the bug variety. Also known as Mosquito Hawks. I’ve just never seen them here before, but lately these bugs have been everywhere:
They’re on my bathroom ceiling, in the kitchen pantry, behind the couch pillows in the den. I can’t get away from them. Luckily they seem pretty mellow and thoroughly benign.
At first I didn’t know what they were but the Professor called it, crane flies. Immediately I thought of the Beaverhead River.
You see a year or so ago we did a September trip out to Montana and everywhere we went people were gaga about the crane fly hatch on the Beaverhead. Tim Tollett at Frontier Anglers had us hyped and ready with plenty of flies.
Apparently they were coming off early, sometime around sunrise, and we routinely missed the crane fly hatch every single day we were there.
So it seems what we have here is an old fashioned case of situational irony. There I was in Montana with all the trout in the Beaverhead and not a crane fly to boot. And now, here I am in Austin with so many crane flies in my house I have to keep my lips pursed while typing this for fear of sucking one in. Yet sadly, not one single trout in my little Texas home office.
Very Gift of the Maji.