The Skunk

The last time I was skunked, I can't remember. But I was not expecting it today. This was not for lack of time or trying. I had plenty of time and a whole three miles to cover. I covered a mile with a nymph and egg rig, and the other two with big streamers. Had half of the followers took, and had I hooked half of those takers, and had a few popped off part way into the fight, I would have brought roughly twenty fish to hand today. I had a ridiculous amount of swirls, t-bones, and nips, and half hearted follows. I am surprised I didn't manage to hook anything.  I did see a few big salmon par (12-15 inches) rising in a big plunge pool, and should have tried a puffy dry fly on them. Next time. In one pool I had a big rainbow and a brown both taking swipes on a streamer (called Wally's Last Dance) two drifts in a row. It was excruciating.

Wally's Last Dance