Hard to believe it’s been 19 years since the original September 11. Time slips away, but to many if not most of us, memory doesn’t. Some dates serve as milestones in our lives, this date is certainly one of those. Hard to shake and hard to forget the shock and disbelief as things were going down. In many ways, it was a time when our country actually got on the same page for about a year. Unfortunately, we seem to have reverted to our respective corners and focused on our individual “rights” and placed that ahead of the collective needs of “We the People….” Strange how it takes a kick in the butt to pull us together so that later we can fall apart.
So how about for at least today, we try to treat each other with the respect we all deserve ….. let’s just try it and see, what the hell do we have to lose?
And the fishing you ask? Well generally, it’s pretty damn good. Hoppers were the main course until our recent snow fall. The air temp last Saturday when I got off the river was 102 degrees in the shade. Yes, that’s mighty toasty. However, we woke to snow on the ground and a rousing temperature high of 45 degrees two days later. The water temps plummeted from 66 to 45 and of course that pretty much freaked out the fish for about two days. Although fishing post snow was not a hopper fest, the fish were eating nymphs dredged low and slow if you hit them on the nose. Pat’s stones and psycho princes were the ticket de jour.
Yesterday and today we are back on the temperature roller coaster. We’re gaining heat to the point that by Monday and Tues next week, we’ll likely to set all time temperature highs for the date. What’s a boy or girl to do? Well not sure what other are going to do, but I still have lots of hopper dry flies handy, and I fully intend to use them and go visit a recently met friend on that industrialized irrigation ditch which holds monsters. The last call for hoppers is fast approaching. If you got the need, you’d better get r done.
Next menu items will be baetis and streamers as we once again switch gears and transition into real fall. It’s a bitter sweet time of year. Hate to see summer go, but can’t wait for the glory of a Big Sky fall.