Already two weeks in and I am wishing I had named this feature something else. But alas I feel the need to stick to my guns.
I only made it out once this week, but it was an amazing outing. The fishing was outstanding. I guess the tip I can pass along here is that if you look out your window and it looks a little damp and cool, leave work ASAP and head to the river. Those little bugs we refer to as Blue Wing Olives seem to love these conditions, and thus so do the trout. And no, I won't be held responsible for whatever consequences your receive from skipping out on your job.
Last year I wrote up a little piece that I posted on my "Getting Out"
blog but don't think I ever posted it here about the joys of spring, and BWO's. Hey at least I didn't steal it from someone else right? So week 2 and I am already taking the easy way out, but it is timely.
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The Joys of Spring, BWO's, and....Popcorn?
I will admit in the past Spring has
never been my favorite season. I know the ideal image of spring brings
to mind thoughts of fresh sprouting green grass, soft gentle rains,
budding willows, and freshly bloomed daffodils, but it seems that the
reality is often closer to dull gray skies, harsh winds, and sticky
brown mud...everywhere. Okay that may have been the pessimist in me
coming out. But in the past I have always felt that Spring was a bit
overrated as a season, and just a necessary transition that must be
endured until summer finally arrived. As a fly fisherman though I have
garnered a whole new found respect for that formerly overrated season,
thanks to one tiny bug. The Blue Wing Olive.
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A freshly hatched BWO rides along the calm surface.
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The reality is that BWO's can have a presence
throughout the year, and make a strong reappearance in the fall, but
their spring time arrival is about as welcome an event as you can have
for both fly fishermen and fish alike. Other hatches get all the hype,
but these little bugs can make fish go bonkers, and in weather
conditions that used to rank right up there with the reason I felt
spring was over rated, these bugs flourish. If you ask me now what days
in the spring I look forward to it would be a fairly cold 45-50 degree
day with overcast skies spitting a few rain showers, with even a little
breeze thrown in. Of course not enough of a breeze to make casting a
fly rod difficult, but just enough to push those little sailboat profile
mayflies around on the water, and concentrate them between a swift
current seam and a grassy bank. Natures way of creating an
all-you-can-eat buffet for hungry trout coming off a cold lethargic
winter of snacking on whatever requires the least amount of energy to get to.
As I stood in the midst of a frenetic river
last week watching one of the most amazing hatches of Blue Wing Olives
come off, it reminded me of watching popcorn, except, unless you really like popcorn,
a bit more exhilarating. There is the quiet calm where the kernels sit
quietly in the slowly heating oil. It can be hard to tell when this
stage starts as all the action is underwater, hidden from the anglers
eye. It may look like the water is quiet, but underneath the surface
things are starting to happen.
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A nice fish that came early in the hatch on an early stage emerger pattern. |
Then the oil starts to
sizzle and pop. Like when you start seeing those first few intermittent rises. Usually
just dorsal fins, or tails as the fish take the rising nymphs as they head for the surface. Things are getting more heated now. And the
first kernels are starting to crack. You hear that first pop in the
pan, or you see that first dun on the surface gliding slowly along
drying it's wings. A fish here and there begin rising for emergers, and a couple are even up on the few duns floating down
river.
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This fish fell for a more standard upright wing pattern mimicking the BWO Dun |
Suddenly, like that moment that the kernels
begin exploding, not one at a time, but at a constant thunderous rate,
things get bananas. In that run you could have sworn was void of any
fish just minutes before there are more rises than you can count. One
look at the water and you see exactly why. The evidence is littering
the surface as the small sailboat profiles are everywhere. Where once a
sporadic bug or two drifted alone, there are literally hundreds...no
thousands! It gets crazy. You hope this crescendo lasts for a while.
The fish are going nuts and so are you. In the right conditions (see my
new favorite spring weather above) this stage can last quite some time,
and when it does I count my lucky stars or what ever that saying is.
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One of those fish spotted after the hatch sipping cripples that collected along a shallow grassy bank. |
Then
just as quickly as they started popping things subside. Again you can
only see a couple duns drifting on the surface. Some of the
stragglers, like those half popped old maids in the popcorn bowl, are
struggling to make it off the water. Something has happened in this
process for them and they aren't going to make it. Like those old maids that settle and collect in the bottom of the popcorn bowl,
these wounded and battered bugs get pushed helplessly by the current
into protected pockets or up against a grassy bank where they become
more concentrated. Much of the surface activity has subsided as well,
but a few of the wiser and larger fish are still around. Tucked into
those little nooks where those crippled and half drowned mayflies have
been rounded up against their will they sip away quietly. It's the
tail end of the action, but the careful eye of an observant angler knows
there is still action to be found in seeking out these protected areas
and keeping a keen eye out for those stealthy rises. Then the river is
quiet, waiting silently for the next out burst.
I am
not an entomologist by any means. I just know I
love to watch a good hatch develop and reap the rewards that come along
with it. There are plenty of frustrating moments in this process for
myself. But it is what keeps me coming back. If things were always
easy, then what would be the point? These BWO hatches have given me
some great study material this spring. I have learned, and I have gone
back to the drawing board. Many times, but it's all part of the
process.
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