All sizes
of trout, including the reclusive “Big Browns”, break the clear water surface
when Hexagenia limbata are compelled
to complete their midnight dance of life.
Bathed in beams of celestial moonlight, the bugs’ wings reflect a rhythm
often accompanied by rippling, watery rings. Feelings of awe and gratitude hold one
entranced in this vision of reality –the beauty and the consequences of simply
being alive.
In time,
the need to partake in and feel part of this side of life pulls one’s attention
back to the fly rod.
A size
10 Hex comparadun is knotted to tippet in 70 lumens of headlamp light, followed
by a return to moonlit darkness. Standing
silently & stripping out line, I listen to water, gauge wind direction
& speed, and sense distances to fly-attractors-- brush and feeding
fish. During careful but relaxed casts, fly
meets water to tempt trickery on a wise old Brown. Excitement and hope carry forward with each
cast. Then setting to sound… hoping for
the weight of magic, finned glory! Just
another imaginary trip to a place on my bucket list yet visited.
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