Brown bugs drakes!

Brown bugs drakes!

The annual infestation that is the brown drake has begun on all three branches of the Au Sable.  Brown drakes are like a rogue wave that leaves behind it a bunch of bedraggled, sleepy anglers, some broken rods, ripped waders, and a lot of dirty vehicles.  For me it...
It’s complicated

It’s complicated

Or it’s easy, depending on who you ask, and where everyone was, and what fly they had on, and the current breaks, and the lucky breaks, and the tippet breaks.  The hot weather has hatched some spectacular evenings. The cold weather for some great afternoons. But...
Happy days

Happy days

It’s good. Really good. It’s not good all the time, like the Skues fable in which Mr. Castwell momentarily mistakes the hell of neverending rising trout for heaven.  The Au Sable isn’t like that.  But having written these reports for now ten years,...
Bugs, bugs, bugs

Bugs, bugs, bugs

After six months of writing about the sunken place, it sure is nice to report on some good dry fly fishing.  Tonight, in spots, the hendrickson spinners dropped through the cloud of caddis and the trout rose in the bends.  I got there just before it was too late.  Met...
Tough

Tough

The fishing has been on the wrong side of slow.  Why?  Probably a bunch of reasons. No clouds.  Full moon.  A day in the 80s…yet lakes are still frozen.  Water temperatures have yo-yoed for days.  Lots of food in the river. And on and on.  We have run the gamut...