My apologies for the lack of posts lately. The current
fishing conditions have been less than inspiring and I’ve been
waiting until I could write something upbeat. Fishing here in
Jackson Hole is tough at best and impossible at worst. The
good news is that we seem to have finally transitioned to
some genuinely nice weather. Sunshine and temperatures in
the 70s have reminding all of us why we choose to endure 8
months of winter. The weather has also spiked snow runoff,
raising all major waterways around here to near flood
stages.

Folks have been asking when the fishing’s going to come
around and I honestly can’t say. Much depends on the weather
and how fast our huge snow pack melts. I will say that we are
at least a few weeks out before anything really starts shaping
up.

Despite these hard conditions, I did a few fishing trips this
week. I warned folks of extremely tough conditions, explaining
that it would be damn hard to hook anything, but that if they
still wanted to get out and cast a fly rod and learn about fly
fishing, we could do morning walk in trips on a smaller stream.
Declining my offer to refund deposits, some eager folks
decided to go anyway and we ended up having some fun
mornings. More importantly, after pounding the muddy water
with big nymphs, a few cutthroat trout were landed, allowing
my clients to experience the thrill of catching a native cutthroat
trout on a fly. I’m glad everyone had fun and I give them a lot
of credit for their perseverance and determination.

Here’s David showing off a cutthroat that fell for his dead
drifted Black and Red. Not the biggest, but a fitting reward for
his casting. Nice work David!

Here’s a photo from Friday’s mid-day fishing adventure. Sure
was nice to see blue sky and sunshine.

I recently accompanied a friend to the local fly shop. I was
along to aid in his quest for a new fly rod, and while the visit
was about helping him, I selfishly was excited to cast some
rods myself; comparing tapers and actions from brands that I
never have judged face to face before.

Prior to arrival, the goal was to find the ultimate five
weight. Somewhere along the way though, things changed and
we set our sights on a four weight; a rod that would cast a dry
fly perfectly on one the many small meadow and mountain
streams we fish out here in Wyoming. Not an all-purpose rod
by any means, more a luxury item that would only be used
when fishing to cutthroat trout on hot summer days. Here’s
where things got interesting. While we cast approximately six
rods from several manufactures, our opinions varied greatly. A
rod that my friend loved, I couldn’t put down fast enough, and
a slow action rod that I quickly became smitten with, my friend
shrugged off in favor of a stiff brown pole made of space age
NASA stuff.

Regardless of our preferences, we did think it was pretty
cool how rods, much like guitars, are destined for certain
individuals. Different rods appeal to different casting styles. I
think the guy at the fly shop said it best when he explained to
my friend that no amount of fancy writing or opinions matter,
“the rod picks you.” And it was true because at the end our
comparison, my friend picked the rod that he connected with,
not the green one that I liked and not the fancy one that
earned 50 gold stars in the magazine shootout.

Our time spent casting rods made me examine my own
preferences and rod arsenal. Deep down I’m a guy who likes a
slow action rod, but I know that for practicality, it’s hard to
argue with a fast action 5wt, at least for our here in the West,
where wind and bulky flies are the name of the game. I also
realized that despite all the fancy polymers and nano weight
technologies being employed to create fly rods these days, it
doesn’t really matter. A rod from 20 years ago cast just as well
(maybe even better- yeah, I said it) as the current crop being
built in today’s arms race.

Here’s to hoping for a Winston 4 weight some day……