|Big Bull passing through.|
Friday we had a cold front come in and we may have reached the low 70's for air temperature. It was a little chilly. The hatches were not going well at all and very few trout were rising. This was not good for the dry fly head hunters. Mother Feiker and I are thinking that we need a patch or flag to hang on our pontoons that says something along the lines of the Happy Head Hunters or Head Hunters Anonymous and have a logo with a fish head that has a bone going through its nose. We may have been out in the sun too long, but we think it would be fun to get something made up for our dry fly sickness we had this week. We did the ten mile float from 3-mile to Bighorn landing and only saw two fish caught all day and both were people on guide boats fishing nymphs.
|Pretty horse and pretend horse.|
On the way down we stopped at the corral, and we were pretty much kicked out as we were waiting for a hatch to start. We had cow, a bull, and a few horses, and a pretend horse come into our area. One of the horses even went so far as to walk directly through the spot where the fish were, thrash around and then came back to shore. I found it comical, except for the part when the bull got too close for my comfort trying to cross behind us on a narrow path. And turns out that any threats made to the bull about how it would taste with A1 steak sauce are pretty much ineffective in these situations.
|Horse walking through our fish.|
We floated almost half way down before we even wet our lines, and then I think I only fished 20 minutes before the rain put down the only pod of rising fish that we had seen all day. We tried fishing a little longer as the rain came down, but it was "casts of hope" rather then anything else.
In addition to the rain, we had more cows crossing the water were fishing in the flat water just above the Bighorn Rapids. We seemed to be magnets for the farm animals. At least I think the cold water got the best of him as he let out a pretty good beller once he got the other side. Talk about revenge is best served "cold." It was fun to watch the sparrows. They were out by the hundreds swooping just above the water and circling back catching something in the air. They were doing that all day, and it was ok until we started casting, then it felt as if you had to be careful and time the casts so as to not catch one of them as they flew by.
|Fishing dries in the rain. "Dry or Die!"|
That night we got back to camp and Thor had made an awesome Pheasant dinner with wild rice. Jim, and the normal crew as well as Kevin (one of the local guides) all feasted on this 5 star meal. And then it turned out to be a good night for drinks, cigars, and story telling. Not a bad way to end the day despite the fishless day.