Slow Rise, Anyone? (O. clarki bouvieri)

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Perhaps my favorite trout on a dry fly. Thinking of the dog-days of August—a long, hot hike; dry, pine-scented air; gleaming, pellucid water; and a rise of antici……….pation.

My youthful days on the Yellowstone, Slough Creek, and in the Pelican Valley taught me the meaning of patience when it came to dry-fly risers. Whether I was casting a beetle, a Griffith’s Gnat, or a PMD dun, the cutthroat of the world’s first national park took their sweet time in arranging a meeting. Sadly, the trout are not what they once were, and those fish-filled days of  youth have become a longing memory…