Not much change here either, but I bet it would catch a fish. Moving on
to the last picture, here it is from below.
At this point I was at my wits end. I gave up on the picture thing and just
plopped any fly I could find onto the tank. Nothing. Not a single fly had any
real different look. I was closing in on my hypophysis. From a fishes point
of view they all look the same, or at least, nearly so.
I concentrated more of my time with the camera on the insects I was
raising. It was a fascinating time for me. Studying each of the nymphs
as they matured and making positive identifications of each. Watching
them molt and become sub-imagoes. Each one was a minor-miracle as
it became a living-flying insect. Then to photograph the dun, put it back
into the tanks, watch it molt again into the full adult imago and get it's picture.
I did this with too many to count or try here to name. Suffice to say, I
spent two winters on the project and loved every minute of it.
Spring was on the way and my plans included the trout fishing on the
wonderful AuSable of Michigan's lower peninsula. It was there I met Vince
Marinaro. He was Italian, he talked with his hands. He would change my life.
J. Castwell
Next time we learn.
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