8.7.18 Stream Report

Streams are in good shape!

Tricos in the mornings 6am to 10am or so. Hoppers, ants, beetles, and crickets mid day and into the evening. Drop a small nymph down below your terrestrial! 

Here is an awesome report from a customer of ours, he was out the other evening on the Rush. 

“Last night I had the pleasure of experiencing my first hex fall and I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to put it into words, but I’m going to try.

I was looking through pictures on my phone yesterday afternoon and saw that my best day last year on the Rush was August 4th. Whopper of a night, myself and my fishing partner brought home five keepers all around 16″ or so. This weekend, after rain Friday night and a skunker Saturday night, both on the Rush, I thought, “there’s no way I’d go fishing a third night in one weekend after those first two, right?”

Well, I did anyways, to my surprise. Drove to the same spot as last year on the day plus one. As I waded into the water, there wasn’t much happening. It was 8:30pm and my plan was to give it two hours, just to say I did and then head home. However, planet Earf had a different plan for me last night. Around 9:05-9:10pm I noticed a massive increase in surfacing via sounds, not visuals. Though I could see the ripples in the mirrored surface after the fact, I couldn’t see what was happening. That’s when I caught my first fish. I should also say that the entire night was fished with the same Master Splinter mouse (my variation of course, duh).

As I got the fish to net and turned on my headlamp to remove the hook, I was covered and blinded by some giant insects in about five seconds. It was all I could do to set the net back into the water and turn my light off to swat the dragons off my face. When I was able to stop freaking out, I managed to turn my headlamp onto the dimmer setting and get the hook free to release the 12″ brown.

I get everything freed up again and make my cast to the same general area where I caught the first one, and in that first second, another strike and fish on. This happened 9 more times over the next hour for a total of 11 fish in an hour and a half on the river. Every five minutes or so, I’d turn away from the direction I was fishing and turn my lamp on to look at the surface of the water and see if spent hex’s were still coming down the river. Around 10:20 or so, the magic hour was over and I caught the last two fish after the fall ended. I wish I had pictures to show you, of course, I left the phone in the truck because I thought it was gonna be another 0-fer.

Seriously, I know that for sure this is a once in a season opportunity to be in the right place at the right time to experience this. I would be lying if I didn’t say that I’ve spent all day at work wondering what I should bring with tonight as I head to the same spot after work to wholesale another night of brown trout in the Wisconsin driftless.”


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