Four of us hit the river for an evening of dry-fly fishing, and what started slow, steadily grew with the ebbing light into an exciting double-header frenzy.
We started at Trimac eddy and with few flies emerging, few fish were rising. However, Mike manoeuvered us into a spot on the edge of a precarious seam where the snouts of large rainbow could be seen breaking the water. I cast and a trout struck hard, and, in Mike's words, I "Ralph Lingrened" the small caddis pattern right out of the rainbow's mouth.
Well moments later another struck and again I missed. Not five minutes later I hooked another but this time the line snapped and I had to humbly tie on another fly.
With the trout thoroughly spooked we moved to the big eddy, and soon enough Derek was into a nice trout. Showing us all how to play it with a dramatically high hook set, the fly-angling aficionado landed a three-pound beauty.
The caddis started emerging with conviction now, the surface looked like rain, and soon I was into another. As I played it to the boat, Derek also hooked up and both of us landed and released a pair of pretty bows.
We missed a few, were broken off a couple times but the action was furious. In about a 15-minute span, we enjoyed two more double headers. I hooked about a four-pounder that leapt six feet out of the water repeatedly.
It was so much fun, but with the darkness complete, and caddisflies crawling in every orifice on our bodies, we returned to the launch.
Great time, great company, great river. Thanks guys.