Yesterday evening I was doing pretty decent nymphing, had 3-4 after an hour, when a guy started fishing the same hole. Everytime I looked over it seemed he was unhooking a surprisingly decent-sized fish for the spot. He came over after a while and talked to me, asking if I'd tried dries. I told him of my lack of success with them in this spot. So he gave me a few from his box that he'd tied himself.
Dangit if I didn't get a fish on my first cast with one of them. AND on the second! The fish would not leave this fly alone. I was having a ball, bringing them in left and right. But then... I lost the fly. And the fish wanted nothing more to do with me
I grabbed a couple supplies from Sportsman's on my way home and went about trying to tie my own from memory. I've only been tying for about a month and have had a heck of a time figuring out any dries that I'd liked. But I managed a few that I thought were good enough for testing.
Despite the forecast for rain and wind today, Kota and I loaded up and went to the spot. The sun came out, and between windy spells the fish were a-rising. And guess what... my dry flies worked! A couple of my experimental midge larva patterns also got good results as droppers.
Fished 4 hours today and ended up landing 30+ browns and rainbows. Most were only 6-8 inches but a few were good size. And such mighty fighters, all of them. What a great day.
I am convinced, there are few things as satisfing as watching a fish rise to a homemade dry. If I wasn't "hooked" before, I definitely am now.
Thanks, random dude who gave me those flies, wherever you are!