Buzz and I fished the Big Lost yesterday, late morning til midafternoon. There was still quite a bit of snow on the access to my favorite stretch of the river, but on the way in there was enough of a crust to walk on, with an occasional step through to solid ground, most of the way to the water. By the time we came out, the snow had softened somewhat and we had to posthole for a good part of the walk. But now there is a good track, and if all goes as planned, I will use it again tomorrow.
The weather forecast had been for increasing cloudiness and snow later in the afternoon. Wrong. Turned out to be a beautiful, sunny, but rather cold day. The sun provided plenty of warmth, but not to the guides, which were iced most of the day.
We started too early. Very slow for the first couple hours. Picked up a bow here and there, and a couple very nice ones, and a few brookies when I decided to go with a streamer for a change of pace. For a while, it seemed like I had forgotten everything I ever knew about fly fishing - kind of a fog about why won’t this work or what can I do now or why don’t I just pack it up and go home.
Things started picking up around 1:30. A mixed midge and bwo hatch, which can make fishing this river really challenging, and sometimes downright exasperating - and one of the best fly fishing experiences I know of. About the time the fish started rising, I remembered what I was trying to do. Had to keep changing flies and experimenting because some fish seemed to be keyed on the midge larva, some on midge pupa, some on bwo nymphs or emergers and a few on the bwo duns. Most of the rise forms said emergers, but at the same time a lot of fish were staying down taking nymphs, pupa, and larva. The fish that did take the duns were in some really fast water and for the most part looked like they were after emergers - but they did come up for the dry fly.
At one point, at the transition between a shallow riffle and the head of a small run, I was sight fishing to a dozen nice bows. Caught several of them, but one of them drove me nuts, being an obstinate cuss that kept taking whatever I wasn’t fishing at the moment.
We had to quit about 3:30 so Buzz could make it home for a St. Patrick’s day family dinner.
We met just upstream of here at 3:30 -

Just above the little island is one of the best runs on the river. Buzz estimated there were as many as fifty fish rising on and off for the hour or so he fished this run before we met up. But he couldn’t find the right fly.
I didn’t get the opportunity to fish this run yesterday. But I know how Buzz felt. One day last March I spent an hour on this stretch of water with anywhere from ten to fifteen 15-18" rainbows to sight fish to at any one time. I probably cast to more than fifty fish that day - caught six or eight, and felt completely defeated.
On other occasions, when the fish are all eating the same food form and you have the right fly on, you might stick 12-15 fish before moving on. Another day last year, in the tailout just above the island, I landed four 16-18" bows on four consecutive casts on a soft hackle p.t.
Yesterday, Buzz ended up with about a dozen bows, the biggest at 18", and I picked up about 20 bows, most in the 14-17" bracket, and 5 brookies running 8-12".
We had the river to ourselves. That is pretty much the norm. Because this place is somewhere that is a long way from anywhere and feels like nowhere when you finally get there.
John