Rob and I got together for our mostly annual summer solstice celebration, fishing until dark as close as we can get to the summer solstice. No, we don't do any other weird things like put on long robes with hoods or masks of animal heads or anything, we just fish until dark.
Rob came down my way this time so we could visit my home stream. It turned out to be a good choice. Water level had dropped about 25% from my last visit a week and a half ago, which brought it to what I consider the perfect level to fish. Still high enough for water to be deep enough that fish will be found in the shallows at the sides of the stream (where most people would walk), not so fast that they won't be found in some of the flat riffles.
We both double psychoed the whole time. Fishing was good. Really good. Rob didn't even try to fish a renegade.
We found fish. Lots of fish. More in the 8 to 11-inch range than I've ever had before here. Rough estimate of 70 to 80 fish to hand. Each. Probably 75% were 8 to 11 inches, only 25% in the smaller range. A few to 12 inches.
Some runs had lots of fish and we consistently found some fish all along the way. Lots of flies attacked in water less than 6-inches deep. Lots of frustrating indicator strikes (they love to do that on this stream). Couldn't have had a better evening. Well, it could have been a couple minutes longer if we could have done it on the actual solstice...
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