Here at Sweetwater Fly Shop, we’ve got a fancy new website that we’re very proud of. In order to consolidate our efforts and make things more efficient, we’re now posting our blog posts directly to our website, instead of on this Sweaty Waders blog page. To see our most recent reviews, features, tips & techniques, etc…, click on the “Fly Zone” tab at the top of the new web page (or click here to go there directly). Please bookmark our site for future reference. Thanks!
Are you a fly fishing history buff? If you are a fly angler, you should be. Learning a bit about the history of our sport adds a richness to the activity. Knowing how we got to where we are today will enhance your appreciation for our great sport.
Check out the fascinating article by Sweetwater Fly Shop’s own Paul Weamer in the latest issue of Fly Fisherman magazine. It traces the 100 year history of the Hendrickson fly, as well as the Catskill “school” of fly tying more generally. Yes, the Hendrickson is an eastern mayfly species that we don’t have here in Montana. But many of the flies that we fish here can trace their lineage to the style of fly tying that it influenced. Without the eastern fly-tying masters, the sport would not be what it is today, wherever we may fish.
Give it a read. We have copies of the magazine here in the shop if you’re not a subscriber.
The roads through Yellowstone National Park have been slowly opening over the last few weeks. Today, only the road to Jackson, Wyoming remains closed.
My wife and I took a drive through the Park a week ago. It’s really nice this time of year, without all the traffic that makes you feel rushed during peak season. On our way out of the Park, we found this guy sitting beside the road.
He sat there watching us for a while until he got bored.
Then he slowly sauntered away.
It’s always cool to see a wild animal in his natural habitat, chasing his native prey. I was really lucky to get this shot.
Here at Sweetwater Fly Shop, we’ve been working rather feverishly to complete “Fly Fishing in Paradise,” our informative little booklet on all things related to fly fishing in our area. It’s got a little of everything, from articles on fishing the Yellowstone River and the Paradise Valley spring creeks, to fishing, fish handling, and photography tips, to restaurant suggestions. If you’re headed our way this summer (or sooner), give it a read. Just click on the cover photo to the left to download a .pdf version. Prefer a printed copy? Email us with your address and we’ll get one in the mail as soon as they arrive (sometime next week).
Did we leave anything out? Let us know by leaving a comment to this post. If we like your suggestion, we’ll update the online version and send you a dozen pretty good flies. What a deal!
A male “Western” March Brown Dun
I’d seen my first one a little more than two weeks ago, flying from the Yellowstone River into the cool, early-spring air. It was trying to clear the rocks near shore, searching for a place to rest in the sagebrush and shrubs to change into a spinner and complete its life-cycle. I tried to net it with my hat, but I missed, and it slowly motored beyond my reach. It was a big mayfly, bigger than the midges and Blue Winged Olives (Baetis) that were also emerging. Because of its size and the time of year it was emerging, I knew what it was, though I had never before seen one in person. Two days ago, I found a lazier one just sitting on the rocks near shore. I took it home to photograph. That’s him in the above picture.
Six months ago (before I moved to Montana), I would have called this mayfly a Western March Brown; truth is, out of habit, I still sometimes call mayflies “Western” March Browns or “Western” Green Drakes. But now that I live in the west, I can most assuredly drop the “western” part of all mayfly common names. After all, no one back east calls their legendary Green Drakes “Eastern” Green Drakes. And no one there attaches “Eastern” to their March Brown either.
A female “Eastern” March Brown dun
Western March Browns and Eastern March Browns have a few traits in common besides their angler-given names. But they are not related, and much of their similarities end at their names. Eastern March Browns are from the Genus Maccaffertium (species vicarium). Their angler-given name belies the fact that Eastern March Browns usually hatch in May. So why would a mayfly that hatches in May be called a “March” Brown? It’s because the first European Americans who witnessed Eastern March Brown emergences thought the bugs looked very similar to a mayfly that lived in their former homeland–England. This mayfly often hatches in March, but it is from the genus Rhithrogena (species germanica). The same genus as the Western March Brown (species morrisoni )
Both Western and Eastern March Brown nymphs are classified as clingers. They are similarly shaped and are most often found holding themselves flattened against submerged rocks in riffles. But these two mayflies emerge quite differently. Western March Browns emerge on the stream bottom and quickly swim to the surface as fully formed duns. This is similar to how Eastern Quill Gordons (E. pleuralis) and Pink Cahills (E. vitreus) emerge, but very unlike Eastern March Browns. Eastern March Brown nymphs migrate from riffles to areas of slack current where they emerge, most often, in the surface film. This makes emergers tied on curved hooks with trailing shucks quite effective for impersonating Eastern March Brown emergers. But you’d be better off swinging wet flies if you want to imitate the emergence of Western March Browns.
Both Eastern and Western March Browns are big mayflies, around a size 12, and though I didn’t find fish eating them this week, they will be soon in many rivers and streams throughout the country. March Brown hatches can be some of the most anticipated of the year, whether you live in the east or the west.
I enjoy nymphing. There, I said it. Let the mockery and derision begin.
Now, don’t get me wrong. If the trout are eating on top, I prefer to fish dry flies. I like nothing more than to see a fish come up and slurp down my fly. And I’ll strip streamers on occasion. The lure of big fish gets my heart pumping as much as the next guy. But especially early in the year, and anytime that the dry fly or streamer action is slow, I’ll tie on a couple of nymphs without hesitation or guilt. We’re not talking competition-style nymphing here, just good-old indicator and split-shot nymphing. And I’ll not just switch to nymphs because of their effectiveness. I’ll do it because I like it.
Admittedly, I prefer to nymph while wading. It has a certain timeless rhythm to it. Cast, follow, mend, follow, take a couple of steps upstream, repeat. And it requires unwavering focus and attention.
On a guide trip last summer, a client accused me of “dumbing-it-down” when I switched from a dry/dropper to an indicator rig. No, I was just doing my best to get her into some fish, and the other method wasn’t doing it for us that day. The negative perception is out there. Just when did indicator nymphing become the dreaded, yawn-inducing “bobber-watching?” The purview of the beginner and the unenlightened? Yes, it is a great way to get introduced to the sport. But to do it well requires as much practice and skill as any other method of fly fishing. And more concentration.
So here’s to all you closet nymphers out there. Let others sneer; it’s their loss. Let’s nymph and be proud.