Snowshoe winged Light Cahill

Hook: #14 TMC 100 dry 

Thread: Orvis Primrose (pale yellow) 8/0

Tail: Cream Hackle fibers

Body: custom Light Cahill fur blend

Wing: snowshoe rabbit's foot, cream 

Hackle: cream

This is a pattern I picked up from Bob Wikoff, who incidentally also provided the dubbin and the snowshoe rabbit's foot.

West Branch Report

Tonight was a classic late summer evening on the West Branch. Of course, I say that, but it's the first time I've actually experienced a night like this first hand. First off, the water was clear and low (~85 CFS), but very cool for this time of year. When we arrived in Walton at a little after 5pm, fish were lazily rising all over but I targeted faster water where it entered into slower, deeper water figuring that's where the trout would congregate. I pretty much assume anything rising in slow water during the day has got to be a chub.

Despite the near constant rises and the ability to actually see trout holding in certain spots, I could not figure out what the fish were eating. I threw a dozen different flies at them with no result. Based on the lazy rises, I figured they were after something dead or at least not very fast so I tied on a rusty spinner. Finally, I got a take: a chub. 20 or so casts later I finally caught my first small brown trout on the same fly but not much more interest than that.

Giving up on the holding trout, I decided to see what was rising in the slower water. Pretty much as expected, the only thing I could interest in my spinner was the occasional chub. Why couldn't I figure out what they were eating? I didn't see any bugs flying around or on the water, but apparently I didn't look closely enough. Finally, while standing beneath some trees during a passing downpour, I noticed tiny flying ants on my arm. A-ha!  Too bad I had nothing like that in my fly box. Best I could do was a #16 dubbed ant-like thing I had attempted, failed, and abandoned. The naturals were at best #20s or smaller. Still, I went with it. No trout, but the chubs were definitely more interest in this than anything else.

Thankfully, the passing downpour I mentioned and the oncoming dark stirred things up nicely. Soon I noticed small Pale Evening Duns rising from the riffles. Excitedly, I tied on a mayfly imitation and headed back to the riffles where I saw the trout holding before. Still nothing! Frustrated and having trouble seeing, I decided to go with a #14 Light Cahill just because I'd be able to see the damn thing. Man! Was that ever the right call! First cast hooked a 17" male brown trout.

Darkness was really settling in now, but I couldn't leave, especially since I noticed an increasing number of mayflies rising from the riffles and aggressive rises all around. For about 15-20 minutes, I could do no wrong catching another 4 or 5 trout including a pretty 16" female. By the end I was casting blind in the dark and lifting my rod at the sound of a rise. I missed a few takes to be sure, but I caught a couple more as well. Magic.

Soon, it was too dark and I was no longer hooking up. Turning on my headlight revealed a blizzard of Light Cahills like I've never seen. The water surface was littered with them and they swarmed around my head and landed all over me in the lamp light. I quickly turned off the light and decided to fumble my way out before I swallowed anymore mayflies. Save 'em for the trout.

And you better believe I looked into some flying ant patterns as soon as I got home!

Extended Body Light Cahill

Hook: #14 Emerger

Thread:  tan 70 denier 

Extended body/tail tied separately: white deer hair

Hackle: cream

Wing: calf hair

West Branch Report

The gauge at Walton was down to 300CFS so the water was looking pretty decent tonight. It was still a little cloudy, but any clearer probably would just make the approaches harder at this point. As the weather has been a bit cooler as well, I was hoping the conditions would be ideal for a good night on the water.

JBP and I didn't get out to the river until after 6pm so we missed the afternoon hatches and surface activity was pretty much non-existent until dusk. I puttered around with a nymphing rig (light cahill dry above a gold-ribbed hare's ear) for a bit, but only managed a couple of chubs on that. Once dusk came on, things started picking up as there was a solid hatch of light cahills in about a size #14 coming off of the riffles.

I managed to land a couple of small browns, one on a mahogany dun and another on a light cahill, in the fast water and had at least one nice fish throw my fly. The prize of the night came at dark when a 17" brown gently slurped my cahill from a current seam leading into a large, slow eddy. At first it swam right towards me and I thought it was a smallish chub, but once it got a look at me, the fight was on. Thanks to JBP for manning the net and helping me land it. You shall have your reward, grilled with Lawry season and bacon!

West Branch Report

Happy Solstice!

I woke up early this morning, something I don't normally advocate unless absolutely necessary, and made it down to Hamden in time to get on the water before the sun hit it. The water level was down and easily wadeable at just over 400 CFS at Walton, but the water was still very turbid. Insect activity was pretty low and the rises came only sporadically. Rather early on, I caught a pretty little brown on a rusty spinner, but that was about it. A second fish was rising, but it wasn't interested in the spinner or any of the other flies I drifted over it.

After a dozen different flies with no success, I decided to move on and do some prospecting. No other fish were rising that I saw so I tied on an Adams wet fly and started moving. Aside from an occasional chub and other small brown, I didn't have much luck. Around 10AM I was working my back to where I started the morning and noticed the same fish was still feeding in the same spot. At this point, the only thing I hadn't tried was nymphing, mostly since it's one method with which I'm not particularly comfortable. Basically on a whim I set up a nymphing rig with a light cahill on top and a hare's ear nymph about 2 feet below that. There were some nymphal shucks drifting by so it seemed like a decent idea.

The first experimental cast caught a large chub on the hare's ear. Not feeling all that optimistic, I decided to go after the fish that had been thwarting me all morning. Two casts later, I had the drift right and and a beautiful 15" brown hit the hare's ear. The hare's ear was deadly and landed a ton of chubs and few more small browns and the light cahill, tied with calf hair wings, was perfect on top. Highly visible, it floated like a cork and survived plenty of dunkings and snap-t's without needing to be retreated.

About when I was ready to depart, I noticed another fish rising in a small eddy. It took me a bit to creep over to within casting range, but once there, the first cast drifted past the edge of the eddy. I nearly jumped out of my skin as a large brown came clear out of the water to smash the cahill. Unfortunately, it quickly threw the hook and I figured that was that. Before leaving I decided to try another pass at the eddy and a second fish hammered the cahill as soon as it hit the water. This one I managed to land; another 15" female.

All in all, it was a fantastic way to spend the last morning of spring.