Wednesday, February 8, 2012

midges: those tiny fuckers

Minnesotans are (ironically) bitching about winter being too nice, and though it has kept me off my new cross country skis, it's got me jonezn' for trout ahead of sched.  Temps in the 40's mean a big fuck you to ice off paste, those magic handwarmer thingies, & other crap you only use in ice fishin weather.
Indicator fishing is the rule of the day (see: bobbers) and at the tippet end, things like scuds, chironomid pupae, and San Juan Worms bounce off the rocks of the river floor. On occasion you may see a snout reaching skyward and when it does, MIDGE is the word. I'm partial to this variation of a Shane Stalcup pattern (tie it on a curved shank hook with a trailing shuck to imitate an emerger). You prolly won't catch anything and go back to nymphs, but it's always worth a try.
hook: 18-22, abdomen: peacock sword stem, shuck: rafia, wing: medallion sheeting, hackle: grizz

Thursday, February 2, 2012