...skinny and cold but still cranking. Late yesterday morning from 10 until mid-afternoon we fished a variety of dries and soft hackles to continuously rising trout and grayling and never moved from the long flat pool we started. By the time I got out, despite that the air temperature had climbed into the low 60s, my feet felt like clubs and while my legs and knees were not numb the sting of cold was quite apparent. Luna negra, trico, ant and several size 16 soft hackles all produced but I think all of the grayling ate the soft hackles. How long the trico hatch will continue that high up is anyone's guess but yesterday it was a mere shadow of the funnel clouds we encountered just a couple weeks ago. We'll probably hang out here through early next week, fishing and chasing chickens as the mood moves us...then onward and upward to who knows where all depending on how the weather turns...colder we head east, continued Indian Summer...well as I say depends on the weather...
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