
Cast after cast; nothing. I added weight, I took weight off. I lengthened my leader, I brought the fly closer to the indicator. I tried just about everything. Everything, except tying on a small cream-yellow caddis nymph.
Probing some familiar water in the early spring, a hare’s ear nymph was a pretty safe choice. Fishing virtually any trout water a hare’s ear nymph is a pretty safe choice. Who knows what the fish think it is? It is buggy, visible, and purposefully generic. Usually I can use it to locate a few fish and potentially bring some to hand. Today, in a stretch I know well, I was coming up empty. It turns out I just thought I knew it well.
A few days later I took my family on a hike near the stream. The boys ran, climbed, and did little boy things all over the woods. After we got back to the car I threw on my waders and we walked down to the water. I didn’t have a rod or a fly on me. This was going to be fun, but it was also science class. We homeschool our boys. We believe in a comprehensive, well-rounded education. We also believe that they’ll get excited about the things we’re excited about. I like water and the stuff that lives in it. Sure enough, they do too.
Today we were going to be conducting a stream survey. I’d rustle up some bugs, we’d check them out, and then take some fun specimens home to study. Decades ago I spent countless days on the water doing macroinvertibrate surveys for science classes. After that, it was an integral part of the teen conservation and fly fishing camp where I served as director. Even today, I rarely fish without picking up and studying a river rock or handful of sediment.
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