The World’s Best Fly?

The World’s Best Fly?

What fly would get your vote as being the best fly ever created? For most, that would likely be the fly that catches the most fish. But that might depend on the species you are targeting, so let’s extend our definition to include only multi-species flies. Another criteria that could impact our choice is that the world’s best fly should be capable of being fished in a variety of different ways.

With those considerations in mind, my choice would be the Muddler Minnow created by Don Gapen. It was the first tied streamside to represent the sculpins that the Brook Trout were feeding upon. It was an immediate success, but that was just the beginning. Touted in outdoor magazines by fly fishing legend Joe Brooks and promoted by another legend, Montana fly shop owner Dan Baily, the fly became a trout fishing staple. Once again, that was just the beginning as creative anglers began experimenting with different ways of employing the Muddler.

It can be tied weightless with floatant added to imitate a grasshopper, which appeals to trout and bass and a variety of panfish species. Dressed in this manner, the Muddler can also be fished as a floater/diver to imitate a wounded minnow. Left unweighted but without floatant added, it is effective when fished just below the surface as a waker as the broad, tightly packed head pushes lots of water. When it’s weighted or fished on the sinking line, it can be at mid-depth or as a bottom hugger. The Muddler Minnow is my choice as the world’s best fly. What’s yours?

Think It’s Too Cold To Fish? Read This . . .

Think It’s Too Cold To Fish? Read This . . .

A 60-degree day with full sun forced me to enjoy a small pond in the hope that the warmth would entice bluegills to suspend a couple of feet over deep water. It’s a pattern I have fished many times before, but it usually occurs in late winter or very early spring. If the surface temperature rises a few degrees, some of the bluegill population will be drawn to it, and their metabolisms will be elevated so that they will be more aggressive. In most circumstances, fish will shun the bright sunlight, but this is a rare exception. In these conditions, fish will not forage in the shallows but instead will suspend over deep water and feed opportunistically. This requires a rod capable of 40- to 50-foot casts even if there is a stiff breeze. It’s also important to select lightly-colored, nearly neutrally-buoyant fly. The light colors will reflect the most light and will be most visible to the fish. I have never found bluegills to be “schooled up” in this situation. They are single fish, which require the angler to stay on the move and cast over different areas. This fishing is seldom fast, but it can be very satisfying. Unweighted size-12 white or yellow Bully Spiders enabled the capture of 15 bluegills in a couple of hours of midafternoon casting. The fish were located at 2 to 3 feet of depth, and my unweighted flies were counted to that depth then slowly retrieved.

Hooray For Plan B!

Hooray For Plan B!

Rain that raised the stream level enough to quicken the flow and persistent gusty winds forced a switch to Plan B. An upstream hike ground a long river bend brought me to a ridge that shielded my 5-weight’s casts to a series of deadfalls that harbored slack water downstream. from each. Several streamer presentations produced a swirl, but no takes. I snipped off the Black Nosed Dace but, as I contemplated the next selection, two rises dimpled the surface in the lee of a large log. Dun-colored caddis flies danced above the surface so a size-14 dark grey Bivisible was knotted to 4X tippet. Two dead drifts were ignored prompting the addition of a subtle twitch. The take was explosive and a 10-inch smallmouth skittered across the surface before diving toward the outstretched tree branches. In hand, the bronze beauty glared angrily at me through intense red eyes. The strategy was magical for the remainder of the evening as each deadfall pocket produced several smallies supplemented by a number of spunky Green Sunfish. At the end of the long pool, I became aware of the rattle of dry leaves as they scurried across gravel bars, and the wind acquired a chilly edge that required a speedy pace toward the bridge.

On Finding Schools With Benefits

On Finding Schools With Benefits

After several unseasonably warm days, I waded a favorite stretch of river armed with a 3-weight rod. A size-12 oft hackle was knotted to a 5X tippet and cast into clear water that exposed the rocky substrate. As the fly settled, I gathered the line preparing to impart action, but I was met with resistance that signaled the fly had been inhaled. The ensuing fight caused the light rod to throb and I elicited an audible laugh. A turquoise-flecked orange Longear Sunfish was admired and released. Another dozen of those beautiful battlers were subdued before a downstream wade of a few steps encountered a pod of equally hungry Green Sunfish. Again, a dozen were brought to hand before another move intercepted more longears. Seven turkeys momentarily startled me as they noisily flew overhead and across the stream into the large oaks on the river’s western ridge. The next cast resulted in a hookup with a small longear that was attacked by a sizeable Smallmouth Bass, but as I reached out to land the sunny my movement caused the smallie to drop its prey. Quickly I knotted a streamer to my tippet and probed the area carefully without success. As the sun slipped behind the tree line the air temperature plummeted, and reluctantly I waded ashore.

The Tried and True For Give and Take

The Tried and True For Give and Take

A 3-weight rod accompanied a late afternoon trip to a stream that is home to some large green sunfish. Interested in enticing a surface bite, I knotted a size-10 brown Bivisible to a 5X tippet and cast toward the rocky shoreline. As I had hoped, the action came immediately and often. Each chunky sunfish was fought, brought to hand, and released until an audible rise in the rocky outcropping of the pool’s tailout caught my attention. The line was stripped from the reel so that a longer cast could reach the disappearing ripple. The fly found its mark and was immediately inhaled by a small but feisty smallmouth bass. Three leaps and a head-shaking standoff preceded a happy release. Thirty minutes of casting that same tailout brought 7 more beautiful bronzebacks to hand. six were between 9 and 11 inches.  The seventh and final fish sipped the fly delicately from the surface but quickly revealed its size with a heavy, bull-dogging run that threatened the 5X tippet. Fortunately, the bronze beauty sought the protection of a deep pool. A give-and-take battle ensued for several minutes before the 13-incher was lipped, admired, and released.