After a couple of weeks away from our favorite ditch, the Ms. and I returned with a vengeance. Fresh after 9 days in Montana, ready to catch a few "locals". Setting the alarm for o'dark thirty, I found out that things are already changing. Sun is coming up just a smudge later. None the less, the fist cast was in the dark, thank goodness for the orange puff wing.
There are dividends for being on the water early, wildlife, fish, lots of willing fish, oh yeah, no body fishing. Those little critters sure like this bug.
My favorite fallen gate, seem to always catch a fish by it. Need more of these along the ditch.
By this time of year the ole fly patch starts to get a little full of used flies.