A quiet weekday in September on a heavily fished small stream here in the East. I was rereading some older works on wet fly fishing - particularly Ray Ovington and Larry Koller's works. Water was very low and remarkably clear and the day sparkled as they can in mid September here. It was careful stalking upstream flipping a pair of largish wet flies to likely holds - all day the flies remained - a #10 Leadwing Coachman on point and a #12 Coachman on a dropper. A 8'3" FET Dirrigo (beautifully restored from a 8'6" wet fly taper by one of our wonderfully talented restorationists) that is remarkably soft in the mid through tip - overlined with a DT6F for this short work brought me back to that earlier era - my, that cedar spacer glowed. In my habit rutted brain, I have fished wet flies seldom in past years. So maybe it was this newness or the reconnection to some times past on this beautiful September day that strikes me now. The fishing was good...some nice small wild fish ... interesting to see a #10 Leadwing Coachman in the side of a small brownie's jaw when my usual offering of recent years on those same waters would be a #20 ant or adams. The day sparkles still in my memory... I just keep returning...
Funny for me how one particular day keeps coming back - for maybe unspectacular reasons...
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There is nothing better than swinging a
Leadwing Coachman with a Hare's Ear wet on the tail with a soft cane rod... I have to say I've been fishing that way since the early 70's...
peacock is still my favorite tying material...it shows as much color variation as a fall day in New England... I love those old traditional wet flies and fish
them often...but Syl Nemes has been pulling at me since his 1st book so I often combine a traditonal wet with one of his soft hackle patterns...I can feel the
cabin fever creepin in...