… the past week, as the Lochsa took a bit of early runoff and about tripled in volume, then dropped some and cleared nicely.
Last week, just before the big bump, I hit the worst water clarity I’ve seen on this river. Maybe a foot or so of visibility, at best. Fished several places with nothing to show for it except some exercise, which is always a good thing.
Today, it was still running quite a bit higher than my first trip over there, but the water was in great shape. The first place I tried carried a much faster current and an additional foot or so of water. Not a problem to get the flies down, but didn’t get any takes.
Planned to fish a place that fished really good late last summer and fall.

Had to walk about half a mile from the closest spot on the road wide enough for parking, then walk a couple hundred yards through the woods in, over, and postholing through snow varying from a couple inches to a couple feet deep. When I got to the river, the current was much faster than it appeared from afar, and I didn’t even bother testing it.
Headed on upstream a few miles. More tough conditions, but definitely water that should hold some fishies.

With the trailing rubber legs stonefly nymph the best part of 10’ below the indicator, and fishing fairly soft water through some neat structure, I finally started hooking up with some trouts. Had six or seven on in about an hour - and didn’t land a single one. I saw all but one of them, all cutthroat, and had several just about in hand before they came unbuttoned. Not a landing day.
I did manage to finally land a fishy. The way he pulled, I thought I had hooked one of the biggest trout I’ve had on on the Lochsa - maybe even one of those big bull trouts. Not to be - a foul hooked 15-16" mountain whitefish. It is amazing how hard those guys can pull.
John
P.S. I should mention the wildlife. On the way over, a small herd of about fifteen elk just a mile or so up the road from the house. A while later, a large flock of wild turkeys. Just after that, the first of several small herds of mule deer. Then a couple more turkeys, and then a single. A few more miles up the road, sitting in a field, a momma bald eagle with her last year’s young, mostly grown but just starting to show some white feathering around the head.
On the way home, another small herd of elk, bunches of deer, and several more bald eagles, all on the wing.
Good way to celebrate the seven-zero. :shock: