Frank and I fished a new stretch of the east fork. Other than a hammock vendor who spoke no english, there was nothing interesting there. We then drove over to the West Fork to find high, murky water. Picked up a few fish on nymphs and decided it wasn’t very fishable so we returned. Hiked in and had a very full day. I spent two to three solitary hours under the canopy. It was 95 degrees out but the river was clear and cool. The spider, yellow sally and an orange hopper were the ticket. I wish I didn’t stick that hopper in a tree. One fish measured the entire cork and reel seat of my rod.
The pictured fish is the Limay in argentina on an epic morning in 2009