Brother with a toad
The gentleman pictured above (my brother) is the cause for my addiction to fly fishing. You can thank him for me being here. We grew up bait fishing, moved on to spin fishing and then later my brother took the leap to fly fishing. He taught me how to fly fish and it’s been game on since. He lives in Truckee, CA- fishes a lot, and usually out fishes me. We don’t get a lot of dry fly fishing on the Truckee and I am excited to get him out here for some prime dry fly fishing on the Mo.
He is in town for a couple of days so I took him on a float yesterday. We did Mid Canon to Pelican, I was hoping for a certain bank to be filled with lots of rising fish, it wasn’t but that’s how it goes sometimes.
We are doing some serious fishing the next few days on a couple of different waters and i’ll have reports for all that stuff too.
The brown fell to a rusty x-caddis. I’ve been having a lot of success blind fishing with that pattern lately, but this fish was up and eating. The fish did the mouth, back and tail eat—I love it when they do that!
The dry fly fishing was slow down in the canyon, it appears the PMD’s have moved on to the Dam to Craig stretch. We spent the rest of the afternoon nymphing—(when I say “we” I mean him because I rowed all day like the good younger brother I am). We did really good on size 12 hares ear and a homebrew secret weapon i’ve been tying lately.
The brother has fallen in love with the Mo, I think he might be coming back more often—Matt
