The
month of June is ruled by mayflies. Sure, there are stoneflies and caddis
flies, and on the last trip down to the stream a half dozen damsel flies were
holding a congregation. But hatching mayflies get the attention of the fly
casters.
This
past week a maddening array of varieties flittered over the water. March Browns
were still present with Quill Gordons also in flight. A monstrous Green Drake
landed on my hand, it looked to be well over two inches long.
Little
trout rise with abandon. Wiser trout are larger and less likely to take an
artificial.
So
we swap flies and swap them some more. Bigger, darker, spentwing or dun? There
are so many choices.
Just
like in bird hunting, if it were easy we would get bored.
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